Dowell, Illinois, US
July 15
born in Illinois. 5 year Navy veteran. Married for 26 years (not counting the first five when we just cohabited. 4 kids, 6 grandkids, 3 brothers 2 living, 2 sisters 1 living, a mother living, a father not living. 1 dog a labradoodle, and a current cat population of 2/6 (If you count feral kittens ) I've done a lot of jobs in my life, from shill at a carnival burlesque show to making medium caliber ammunition. I built inkjet printers, embedded computer boards, restored and repaired both cars, motorcycles and electronics. I read, write, and do arithmetic (albeit poorly) My wife claims that I have more useless knowledge than anyone on earth and resultingly no one will play trivial pursuit with me anymore. I do play pinohcle but due to my inability to cheat I don't win very often. Recently disabled I turned to Open Salon to re-engage my writing bug. Update add one cocker spaniel to the list and maybe just shoot me.


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MARCH 22, 2012 12:03PM

Growth Spurt

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When you are twelve years old and pudgy, you know it.  When you are those things and not well off it amplifies the others.  At twelve I was about five feet six inches tall and shall we say, plump?  I was not what you would call popular.  As a matter of fact I was more what you might have known as that weird kid.  

Weird I was too, I read encyclopedias, I was often heard to ask questions that struck others as well, funny at best and bizzare at their worst.  Looking back now I see that I was much more normal than I would have believed in those days.

That was the way I left the seventh grade, a weird, fat, average looking kid.  What happened between seventh and eighth grade was probably the most unusual thing that happened to me from a physical place.  I didn't even notice when it started but, by the time I reached my thirteenth birthday I had grown three inches and was no longer pudgy by any definition.  My feet had grown too from a size seven to a size ten.  I didn't have a pair that fit me, that went for my jeans too.  This was shocking to my folks.  They couldn't keep up with it so I wore shorts and flip flops  

The Summer rolled on and when it was the middle of August, I had reached six feet tall and was able to wear a size twelve shoe.  When the time came to register for the coming school year people didn't know who I was, girls who had ignored me before looked up and asked me how eall I was and blushed when they did it.  To bad they had been so effective at crushing my self esteem.  I just couldn't take them seriously.

 It was like the world changed though.  No more crap from people that were still six inches shorter than me.  No more fat kid crap in gym class either.  Add to that a fair amount of attention from the opposite sex and it was just sensory overload.  

Eveery kid get this growth spurt some sooner and some later, some more and some less.  I don't know exactly how to explain it.  There was just so much difference in that short Summer vacation between Twelve and thirteen. 

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Wait, I'm still still that weird fat kid!! :(

~wanders off into the thorn bushes for Jack and Coke time~
Good post. Most of us go through some rough patches growing up, but then we turned out more or less okay. I fear the currently fashionable mentality that we can and should construct of society in which people can go through life without ever having to develop the inner resources to overcome adversity. This will not end well for anyone.
I liked those short boys. They wouldn't go out with girls taller than them, so I had a lot of boyfriends in those years between their growth spurts. I was one of the tallest kids in sixth grade, but it ended there. Now I am shrinking--vertically anyway.
Welcome Mr. Testosterone! Good story, Bob.
that must have been wild!!!
It seems like it can hit guys at funny times. I graduated with a guy who was no more than 5'4" at graduation. He came back for our five rear reunion and no one knew him because he was over 6 foot. Another guy was a star basketball player in junior high as a tall 5'8" 7th grader, but he never grew another inch.
Hah! Then there are those of us who were skinny AND short. When I left school, at age 16, to go to work, I was under 5 feet tall and weight less than 100 lbs. My "spurt" came when I was 21 and I grew to the giant size of 5'2" - no new wardrobe necessary.

I never got another inch taller but my waist size has gone, during the fifty years since those days, from 22" to 52" - does that count as growth?

Throughout my early 20s, my biggest disappointment was my utter lack of facial hair. I kept waiting for a sudden spurt and an overnight bushy beard, but it never happened.

Now in my late 20s, it's quite a blessing - people in my age group have just started worrying about baldness and greys, and I'm still getting asked for ID !