I will start off by saying I am short. On second thought I will say I am tiny! I have been the shortest child in my class since pre-pre-first or kindergarten or whatever you want to call it. I am now the shortest person in my entire high-school, by at least three inches.
I have numerous stories I wouldn’t have otherwise if not for my height. For instance, when I was seven someone mistook me for a two-year-old. Even now as I meet people and I tell them my age and what grade I am in they either roll their eyes, scoff, or apologize for speaking to me in an exceedingly degrading way.
Also, until I was eight years old I couldn’t even fit on the teacups at Knotts Berry Farm.
Of course there are plus sides to being miniscule. For instance I used to always win at hide-and-go-seek. Also, the Guess Your Age games at amusement parks I still win 95 percent of the time.
I obviously don’t enjoy being looked down on (and I mean that quite literally), but I believe it is just a small matter, and one that can easily be used to my advantage.
