I found these lovely jewels when Mama and I were going through some old pictures recently. And the fact is, the idea of my EVER being able to pass as a cheerleader is as ludicrous as these pictures.
When I was in middle school, I wanted desperately to fit in. So desperately, that I decided to become a cheerleader. This was not a good decision. Note in the middle photo the girl second from the left whose arms are going in the opposite direction of everyone else's. Yep, that's me! And to think, my blessed mother had to pay additional money on top of my absorbent tuition for this.
I can't even describe how bad I was. Suffice it to say that the entire squad was stuck doing only "spread-eagle" jumps (low to the ground and with your body like an "x") rather than toe touches (see bottom photo of actual cheerleader) because I was the one and only member who could not do a toe touch. No matter how hard I tried and how long I practiced. To this day, I can't even do a cartwheel. True story.
I only made the squad because they took everyone. And the next year when you had to try out I was quickly ousted. And to top that- the team we cheered for won about 2 games the entire season. And the following year, after flunking out of cheer leading, I tried basketball and that team also won about 2 games all season. It seems quite clear that I am a curse to competitive sports. So I have ceased playing them for the past 12 years or so.
There's the story of the day. You're welcome for making you laugh with that hair do (permed and then brushed- that's right!)