Daily Prompt: Slash and Burn!

Daily Post took me down the memory lane today.

“Write 500 words on any topic you like. Now remove 250 of them without changing the essence of your post.”

When I was in school, I always stood out from the rest. Unfortunately for my parents, it had nothing to do with my grey cells, as much with my height. It disheartened me because I never liked getting any undue attention.

I was a prankster and notoriety was my middle name. And even though I used to be a back bencher I still was pretty noticeable, which only landed me in much trouble with my teachers. I changed school almost every two years, luckily not because of my mischievous behavior but because of father’s postings. And every time I hoped not to be the tallest girl in my class. It remained one of those many unfulfilled dreams in school. Sigh.

Fast forward to present time, I live a life of extreme contradiction where I am so comfortable with my height that I flaunt it with high heels. I couldn’t be gladder that it makes me look tall and stand out. Such is my affair with heels today that I can write a post about it.

I guess I got accustomed to being tall and made peace with it. I don’t remember much of that gradual transformation though. I think I caved because I realized that I could either accept it or grudge it but can’t leave it.

Now when I look back, I only laugh at myself for being so immature and silly. Reminisce and tell me about one anecdote from your past which makes you laugh so hard today?

* Pic is from the net.