1. I was a square dancer throughout elementary and even into middle school. How mountain hick girl is that? I wore a poofy crinoline under some country gingham skirt and went through all these different moves with a partner (promenade, four-square, swing-your-partner, cloverleaf, etc.). Because I was usually the smallest girl, I was often teamed up with the lead boy (the "caller") at the front of the line-up. Our team was good. Really. We won awards. Once we even won the overall prize--the big giant trophy--at the Mountain Youth Jamboree (now called, I think, the Mountain Folk and Dance Festival). Of course, all the cool girls took ballet or jazz or modern dance or were wee cheerleaders. Square dancing wasn't really the "in" thing to do. Still, I did learn to clog and "buck dance," a sort of freestyle mountain form of clogging.
2. I played clarinet in the middle school band. Mostly I took band because, well, I don't know why I took band. I should have taken chorus because that's what the cool people did. But alas, I talked my poor mom into spending an outrageous amount on a clarinet and I screeched my way through two years of concerts. Until high school, when I quit.
3. One of the reasons I hated playing clarinet was that I also wore braces in middle school, and practicing the clarinet after getting my bands tightened was actually quite painful. Not only did I wear braces, I wore a head gear contraption designed to correct a very large overbite. It wasn't pretty, although I have to say the end result was worth it all.
[I'm sounding very hip and cute and popular aren't I? It's rather surprising that I ended up married the cutest boy in high school--14 years later mind you, but still...]
4. When I was a child I l-o-v-e-d the Easter Bunny. Loved him with all of my heart. More than Santa. I wrote letters to the Easter Bunny. I asked him why he only came at night, why didn't he come during the day so I could talk to him and hug him. He wrote me back (in some rather atrocious handwriting, I must say) that he came at night because he was ashamed of his two buck teeth and his huge overbite. Oh my God! I think I even wrote him back that I, too, had teeth issues (the aforementioned overbite) and that he need not be ashamed around me because I loved him so. I don't remember if he ever responded to that one. I had so much faith in the Easter Bunny that one year I decided he would bring me a huge basket filled with chocolate and a stuffed rabbit as big as I was. It must have been that wish which prompted my low-income-single-parent-of-three-kids mother to finally tell me that there is no Easter Bunny. She told me while I was taking a bath. I was devastated. To her credit, I think she was, too. I'm pretty sure we both cried.
5. I'm not sure if this is related to the orthodontist-and-braces thing or to a bad experience I had one time, but I think I have developed a phobia of dentists. Sadly, I haven't been to see a dentist in, um, a while because I am too nervous and I don't want to have to go the sedation route. Like most phobics, I'll just avoid the thing I fear, right? I know, not such a good idea. That's the thing about phobias: they're unreasonable. It's in the definition. Look it up.
6. I am also afraid of heights. However, I don't allow this fear to prevent me from doing things, like hiking to a long vista point or climbing a lighthouse tower. I might plaster myself to the wall at the top, or I might stay well back from the edge, but I'll still go. I won't miss the views, just don't expect me to look down without imagining my body falling like Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo (never mind that the special effects were bad--that makes it all the more frightening). [Alissa, see I feel your pain at the Grand Canyon. I would have been a nervous wreck like Andy.]
7. I'm stealing this from someone else, but, other than Sun-In (couldn't help it--it was what we did in the 80's), I have never once colored my hair. I have had one perm in my life, which was a major disaster. My mom thought I did it to spite her because we had a fight that day, but really I had planned it for a while. A girl I worked with talked me into letting her best friend or sister or something give me spiral perm. She said I'd have long, soft locks of perfect, loose curls. Instead, I had a huge mass of frizzy tight curls. Very not attractive. I confess, too, that I've always been a little vain about my hair. It's the one part of my looks that I actually like. My hair is thick, a nice shade of brown with touches of red, and has just enough natural curl in it. I never so much as blow-dry it to damage it, and I only wash it every few days so as not to dry it out. However, pretty much any time you see me, my hair will be pulled into a ponytail because it is getting on my nerves. Go figure.
So there you have it: seven more things about me. I am a good hair, braces-wearing, square-dancing, clarinet-playing, Easter-Bunny-loving almost 40-year-old woman with a fear of dentists and heights. Oh, with a handsome hubby and two very cute kids.
I won't tag anyone because it looks like everyone I would tag has already done this. If you haven't and you'd like to, please feel free, just let me know in the comments so I can learn more about you.