Hurdles, Middle School Track Meet

When I was this age we had to wear horrible cobalt blue one-piece gym dresses that snapped up the front; they hung to mid-thigh and came with matching blue bloomers, and I still recoil at how hideous they were. The playing fields were across a wide high-traffic street from school, so we had to carry all our gear and parade in front of cars and buses and trucks to get where we were going. As if that weren't humiliation enough, I was terrible at anything we were expected to do on the field.

So when I see my granddaughter fly through the air with this greatest of ease, I am very very happy.