Today is, according to my ever helpful west coast brother, Awkward Moments Day. There are so many of these days in my past that it's hard to know where to start. So I guess I'll start at the beginning. The first truly awkward and embarrassing moment I remember was on the school bus coming home from kindergarten. I stood up to get off the bus and managed to spill my crayons all over the floor of the bus. Another awkward moment came, while living in that same neighborhood. I was five and my true love was seven. I was invited to his birthday party one sunny summer afternoon. I was wearing a beautiful little yellow knee length dress with a hoop skirt kind of slip under it. I got to little Tommy's house, went inside, sat down on the sofa and my hoop skirt flipped up hiding my face and revealing my ruffled panties. Another awkward moment happened about 12 years later when we went back to visit friends in the old neighborhood. Tommy and I had the chance to talk for a while and we managed to stand at eye level while we chatted since he was standing two steps up from me on his front stoop. He had grown up to be 5'2" while I hadn't stopped until 5'10". Happily we had both found other love interests by then. As I think about this I'm realizing that childhood awkward moments are cute but as one gets older the just get, well, awkward, so I'm going to stop right here.
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