As I've mentioned before, I spent the better part of my childhood pursuing a gymnastics career. I'd get out of school early, I'd attend summer gymnastics camp in Pennsylvania, and most importantly, I cut my hair like a boy.
I was going through a bunch of my old things last week when home for my book tour and found what I've shared with you below. Being the budding gymnast that I was, I subscribed to USA Gymnastics Magazine. In lieu of a "Dear Abby" section the magazine, being gymnastics-centric and all, had a "Dear Mary Lou" section.
Because I apparently enjoy embarrassing myself in front of all of you, I'm now going to share what my 11 year old self wrote to Mary Lou and what the editors chose to publish.
Turns out Mary Lou's suggestions of strength conditioning and hand grips weren't the solution to my fear of the bars. Quitting gymnastics, however, proved to be much more effective.
Also, I still maintain that the bars were f-ing scary!!!!!!!!
Any Mary Lou fans in the house????
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MARY LOU!!!! You are a riot!
ReplyDeleteI pop in to read your blog every so often, but I hardly ever comment anywhere, so this is likely the first time I'm coming out of hiding (hi!). But I had to comment just to say that I NEVER run into another Halpin, but that is my maiden name!! I always get excited to find another Halpin since they're so rare for me. Also, I had that same haircut as a kid. : )
ReplyDeleteThis is the cutest.
ReplyDeleteOne of the eye Dr's I work for has the last name Halpin!
ReplyDeleteomg this is awesome! I love it!
ReplyDeleteI love your matter-of-fact smile. You're like, "Yep, I'm a gymnast. Now let's get back to it." (I had a boy haircut, too. Unfortunately, it was naturally curly so I ended up looking like an ugly Kirk Cameron.)
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