Long Pants

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September 21, 2008

I always hated the grass. If you look closely at the photo below, you will see that I am making a face and I firmly believe that it’s because someone had put me down right in the middle of the lawn! I was about one here so you know that I was starting a long love/hate relationship with grass. I still have grass.

Not too many years later, I was climbing a tree in our back yard and I was wearing shorts. Now, I assume I was wearing shorts because that’s what my mom gave me to wear because I don’t remember any clothes decisions prior to this point. Anyway, I’m climbing a tree and my legs get all scratched up on the bark and branches. I was literally bleeding profusely (or so it seemed to me) and so I made a determination then and there that I would not wear shorts anymore. And I didn’t. In my teen years, I thought my legs were so scrawny that I was embarassed to wear anything but jeans. Didn’t matter how hot it was. I think started wearing them again sometimes in my thirties. But I still have scrawny legs.