1. Why did my parents make me take ice skating lessons in Houston where the temperature rarely drops below 80?
2. Why, even at the age of 4 and a half, did I allow myself to be put into a bunny outfit?
3.Why was I so damned slow?
4. And why, when all the other kids had skated far far ahead of me, did I decide play to the crowd by turning and doing series of hops, eventually passing the other bunnies now headed in the opposite direction, causing the girl I liked, Kelly Jackson, to call me Fooey Bugs and wrinkle her nose at me for the rest of the summer?
Comments:
Good god, that's funny.
Oh my. My oh my. When I write LOL it's because I really did. People in my office are staring. Dear dear dear.
Hilarious & too cute!, sounds like a David Sedaris story!
Were you younger than everyone else, you are so small!
Jin Bak