Okay, now everyone is going to be picturing me with a tiny head and arms, and big clown feet!
Sad, but true!
Okay, when I was in 9th grade, I joined the field hockey team at school. I needed cleats, so my mom bought me a pair. Problem was, we lived in a small town and the only shoestore only had a few pairs left. Nothing fit perfectly. We had to go with a pair that was about two sizes too big. I wore extra socks (it was freezing in New Hampshire anyway) and everything was fine, except for the fact that the shoes were quite obviously wa-a-ay too big. Someone nicknamed me "Submarine feet."
It was all in good fun and I'm chuckling about it now.
Val
