Today's post was prompted by Cindy. She did a really cute blog post about her early days as a prima ballerina...*Teehee*...and wanted to see my early days as a super star basketball player. HAH!! Okay....NOT...for either of us, but OH BOY! did it bring back some memories!! So, Cindy, this one's for you! :-)
This is going to be really embarrassing! The pictures, I mean. So, before I show you my sports and High School pictures, let me show you another picture that will officially get this embarrassment started...one that I drew! I know you're wondering what a crocheter/poet is doing drawing pictures!! Well, it was prompted by another blog post. Cathy, on her blog at Artsy Butterfly, was talking about the Sketch Challenge she's following on another blog (You can read all about it on this post.) I decided to try to sketch it too!
Now I'm asking myself WHY?!....I don't have the heart to show you what the original is suppose to look like, (If you go to her post you can find it though) but suffice it to say it's not suppose to look like this!!
Who knew that more than 30 years ago this mild mannered young girl...
I played a few of these in High School. Some I just tried out for and either didn't like, or they didn't like me! But basketball?! I loved to play basketball!!
My group of friends shared lots of things during High School!! We shared shop classes (I went to a trade school where they taught us how to be waitresses, caterers, nurses, cosmetologists, seamstresses, and artists!....Okay so I didn't pay that close attention in the art classes...except for how to do clay molds and make paper machete balls!). We also shared Class Luncheons, and....
Frankly, I wish my mind had been a bit more engaged then, because I might have realized I had such a love for writing! I wrote poetry and other things all my life and never connected it to anything that I could make a living doing!! But whenever I think back about this time of my life now, I always see this face...
So, now you know a little bit more than you probably wanted to know about me! :-] Now, I'm going to be a good team player and show you another member of my AWM team. It's BagsOfAFeather.
Songbirds and Cherries Zipper Pouch from her Etsy shop.
Girlhood Left Behind
Little girls always grow yp,
and leave behind their fantasies;
They leave behind their mama's heels
and their skinned and scabby knees.
They leave behind their baby dolls,
and all their childhood toys;
They leave behind their cute, pink room,
and forget their fear of boys.
Remember the Easy-Bake oven?
I'm sure your little girls do!
(That was one thing they left behind-
along with their patent leather shoes.)
They also left behind Slinkees,
pacifiers-and breast milk;
They traded it in for make-up,
perfume, and shirts made of silk.
They also left behind tantrums,
and whining all day for a cup.
(Well-maybe a little of the whining
was left behind when they grew up!)
The further away from their childhood
that little girls continue to be,
the more they forget how it was
to be silly and just fancy-free.
To play outdoors for hours;
To have an imaginary friend;
To host their own tea party,
indoors, in their family's den.
They've grown up and had their babies
and left behind their innocence;
Their own little girls they've powdered,
with no thought to their childhood since!