Once upon a time I was 11 years old. It was right before I got my glasses and braces, and right after I got my first perm. It was the beginning of my most awkward stage. My friend Amy talked me into becoming a cheerleader. Me, a 6th grade cheerleader. It's really not something I would normally do, as I don't tend to enjoy being watched by a crowd of people. But I did it, and it ended up being really fun.
Here is a picture of me doing my stuff at the first game. I'm the one in the middle.
I wasn't really paying attention to the basketball playing boys from the rival school, because I was nervous and just trying to remember all my moves. I had no idea that night would be the night I would first see my husband. Or, at least I imagine I saw him. He was there, playing basketball. Can you see him in the picture? He's number 21.
Apparently I was too nervous to notice him that night.
But boy oh boy, the spring immediately following this basketball season, I noticed him alright. All the 6th grades from the 3 schools in our corporation went on a 3 day camping trip to a local state park. The first day, I was walking along a path with a friend, and we looked down the hill and saw several students from one of the other schools. Right away I noticed a very cute boy, with spikey dark hair and tan skin. I asked my friend who he was, and she told me. I couldn't believe how cute he was. It would be another 3 months before I spoke to him. And another 10 years before I married him.