The Hands that Rocked the Cradle (or should still be in it)

A few of my friends know about a complex of mine. I've always been aware and ashamed of my small hands. I'm 5' 8" and have the hands of a small child. I can barely hold a basketball, I drop things all the time and most winter gloves are too big for me.

Well, a friend of mine, Emily, became friends with a kid who I knew from school. We were never friends, but just knew each other since elementary and through high school. This kid and I have never even had a real conversation. When Emily and I discovered this little fact, Emily asked the kid if he remembered me and he was reponse was "Isn't she the girl with small hands?" Emily just laughed and said "Why yes, yes she is."

Emily knows very well about this complex and couldnt' wait to tell me what had happened. We decided to take pictures to show just how petite my hands are. The photos will be up soon, and once they are, you'll finally see just how small they are.

Comments

Mick and Tiff said…

Who is this boy from high school? That is funny that he picked that out without even really knowing you. I don't think I have even noticed your hands. Now that is the only thing I will be able to look at... Thanks!!! ha ha just kidding!

July 2, 2008 at 3:41 PM

David and Julie said…

I think it is a Johnson thing because Dean and I have small hands too! I can't believe that is what he remembered about you. Ay least you aren't known as the weirdo or something.

July 3, 2008 at 9:36 AM

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