On growing up tall

I was 5' 10" when I was in junior high school. The boys, the poor little runts, didn't like me towering over them. My father was always bugging me to stand up straight. My sister was such a cute little runt. My father built me a jungle gym in the back yard with rings and bars and it made my sister angry because I liked to hand upside down when she was entertaining her boyfriends. Girl's pants hadn't been invented yet so I would be wearing a dress. I had a nice tall brother who was 6' 3". They were always putting their hands on my back and telling me to stand up straight. Buying clothes was a pain in the rump and we usually had to go to Lowell to buy clothes. I had an aunt who did some pretty good sewing for me. Shoes were hard to buy. They didn't make women's shoes my size. We had to go to different towns and stores to buy shoes, probably to some circus store. But I survived. I didn't get many dates you understand because none of they guys were as tall as I was. Once in a while my sister would lend me one of hers but I didn't really much care about it. For my prom my brother scheduled a bunch of his friends to dance with me so I wouldn't stand around alone. My mother was tall for the time, probably around 5' 8". It never seemed to bother her. When I got to college it seemed that heights leveled out. In fact all the classes I took did not have a girl in them as there was not a girl in the science department. They came a short while later. It never really bothered me. I didn't mind being tall. No particular benefits but it didn't really bother me. My sister Ruthie was very short, very cute and very smart. Once when Ruthie lent me a boyfriend he told me I wasn't really as romantic as my sister.