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The Cheerleader

I wanted to be a cheerleader. I really did.
I tried out all the time in Junior High and never made it.
And it was because I couldn’t do a cartwheel. I really couldn’t.

My dad could.

And he spent many an afternoon trying to teach me.

Cartwheel lessons didn’t help my skills, but I DO remember my dad out there in our yard, trying to to give me the confidence to do one.
Thanks, mom and dad……for at least PRETENDING!!!

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I'm a semi-retired mom living smack dab in the middle. Mom to @lasertron and @MattEHunt and new gramma to @aliceelfie. I attended #STS134 #NASAtweetup. I love to cook, hoard magazines and go places with my husband in his Cirrus122.

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