Sometime during the summer before I started 6th grade, I sprouted. I distinctly remember waking up one morning and simply not being able to fit into those accursed training bras anymore. Instead, I wandered down the hallway to my parents' room and raided my mother's undie drawer. Woah! It was overnight! Suddenly, I no longer looked like a little girl, but a young woman. At eleven! I was not ready for this. When we went to restaurants, I had to beg for the children's menu. While walking my dog, much older men would eyeball me as they drove by in their cars. I even watched as one such man turned around, rolled down his window, and asked me how old I was!
That same summer, I went to camp. Running around outdoors for a week up and down hills had another effect on my growing body. I developed some serious muscles in my legs. For a girl who was not at all athletic, this was quite unexpected. Gone was the pudge of pre-pubescence. I now had a lovely little hourglass figure with strong, muscular legs. Funny thing is, I don't think I was any more comfortable with the hourglass than I had been with the chub. I hadn't expected to grow up so early. In my mind, this wasn't something that should happen until you were at least in your teens. Why had I become a young woman so soon?
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