It’s all about the height

It’s all about the height

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[Fearless Females, March 24:  Physical resemblances]

There is one thing that almost everyone in my family shares with my Grandma Lassalle. We’re all short.  My tallest sibling is 5 feet 8 inches.  Everyone else is under 5 feet 5 inches.  My sister and I are both under 5 feet tall.

My Grandma Lassalle was also short.  I believe she was 4 feet 9 inches tall.  My Grandpa was also short.  He made it over 5 feet though.

I remember the story of how my Grandpa loved to take Grandma places because he got her in for the child’s price.  They went to the circus and Grandma got in for free, even though they were husband and wife.

I can relate to this.   It doesn’t happen as much now that I’m approaching 50.  In my 20s and early 30s I was often mistaken for a child.  I got the children’s menu at restaurants on a regular basis.  One I was counted as the fifth child at Discovery Zone.  I was also mistaken for my brother’s daughter in my late 20s (there’s only 6 years between).

When I was a child, being small bothered me.  I didn’t mind the teasing.  I answered to Shorty throughout my school years.  But, sometimes you wanted to be taken seriously and people tend to judge by first impression.

Now I don’t mind so much!  😀  Being 48 and having people think you are younger isn’t a bad thing at all.  I bet my Grandma would agree!

 

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