I looked at my mom with a maze of confusion going through my little body thinking wondering why am I peas and what is peas! My sweet mother tried all the ways she knew how to gently break the news to me without breaking my little heart and ruining my little soul, but It did not work I was crushed. Mom, How do you know... Honey, I just do. look honey she is pretty, she is smart but she is short. No matter how pretty and smart you are, you just won't win if you are short. Watch dear you will see.
Having too much excitement and energy racing through my little body to sit to watch this pageant I stood and I stood and I stood. Inside I was cheering on that shorter legged girl to win and then it was over, my mom was right girls with short legs don't win. Mom, Mom I don't want to be short. I want to be Miss America. Being short is not a bad thing Marna. Matter of fact being short is awesome! See when your short boys will help you more. They will take you under their wing and reach up really high and get things for you. Tall girls don't need boys to help them as much. Some girls are too tall for boys but not us short girls, we look small and helpless and boys like that.....
Wow, now I am confused. under their wing, way up high, small and helpless with other things my mother was saying but could not comprehend because I was trying to wrap my brain around and trying to get past the under their wing part. What type of freak boys was my mother talking about? Then I heard... Just wait dear, you will see. See what? I did not want to see that, or smell that, or what ever that was. Now I really wanted to be Miss America because I would be tall and I did not want anything to do with what my mother was talking about. Scared out of my little fragile mind, I was getting ready to tell her my mom that now, I wanted to be tall ..... Mom....Okay dear, you will be Miss America. and Miss America I was....for Halloween! Let me tell you at the time, I enjoyed every second of it. Needless to say, my sisters have never nor will they ever allow me to live this down. Maybe I should have made them the runners up. Because of the harassment and blackmail threats over the years I tried very hard to destroy the evidence of my day of glory. If I find a picture, I will post it okay maybe not.
Despite the efforts of my "jealous" sisters laughing I still remember feeling Wow, this is how Miss American feels when she puts on her sash. My mother made my sash it was White with the glittery words Miss America I was in heaven for I had hit it big. I can still remember my victory walk around the school halls as all the kids walked in the school Halloween parade. I had the same feeling as I got to walk the neighborhood and pretended that this was my Parade. I don't even remember if I even went to one door for candy. I think I just walked the streets thinking I am Miss America. The night was over way to soon, my Day of the reigning was over no more victory walks or parades I was done for my mom knew all and I was too short. At least I had my day and I was going to keep my sash forever!
Okay this is for my sisters...Yes I did, I did get my parade! I got to sit on the back of a convertible waving my hand to every and everyone and yes, I loved it. I loved every single moment of it! I had my feeling of being Miss America back and once again I was her. I was so happy. That was until I realized... Holy crap I cannot believe I am going to post this picture!
I was not Miss American, I was Wendy!I will not tell you how many of those parades I did. Somethings I must keep to myself. I can tell you I do not remember ever throwing Frisbees. I remember throwing little packages of bear shaped cookies with chocolate fudge in the middle of them.
I did get quite the feel for parades, I do not wish to ever be in a parade again. I never want the feeling of being "Wendy" rushing through my soul.
Disclamer* I found out years later ,like married with kids years later that my mom did not know it all. Girls with short legs do win!
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