Wednesday Confession
When I was in junior high, the boys in my class used to call me “Bob.”
The reason for this was because when I walked or ran, my ponytail bobbed up and down or from side to side.
I was none to thrilled about the boys calling my a boy’s name (especially when it was the cute boys and it was not said in an affectionate sort of way).
I thought of this today as I was walking the dog. The sun was shining in a way that sent my shadow out in front of my, and on my shadow I noticed a very active ponytail. It made me laugh. Anytime I notice a “bobbing” ponytail, I think about this, and realize how big some things seem to us way back when.
