It’s the 16th year for this holy national holiday, so we’re told to bring a picture from when we were 16.
I can’t find that many (odd, considering it was just a couple of years ago), but I did find this basketball picture, which was published in the McLean County News, my hometown newspaper.
(Try to get past the hideous shorts and poofed hair.)
I’d hoped to find a picture of me in my Lady Cobras softball uniform. The Lady Cobras was a travel team I played on that year.
We made it all the way to nationals, which were held in luxurious and fascinating Enid, Okla.
Ah, the summer I was 16.
It was the best summer of my life, another odd statement, considering I had just been diagnosed with a pituitary adenoma (small brain tumor).
But that didn’t slow me down.
I had my driver’s license. I had my best friend. I had cute boys calling.
Most of all, that summer I was the strongest I’ve ever been.
(Seriously. Stop staring at the hair.)
I was constantly working out between the travel team and my hometown team. (Go Island softball! I know some of you read this. Woot woot!).
I felt good. I felt strong. I felt invincible.
Now, I know I’ll never feel 16 again, but I’ve gotta tell you: I’m starting to feel good again.
Who says our best days have to be behind us?
Have a great weekend, and go out and create your own happiness.
Check back Monday. I’ll be here.
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