My mom was just too short to get into the local Treetoppers Club. I'm talking half-an-inch or less.

In fact, I was in the "slow" class during first and second at the Roman Catholic School. I don't think it had so much to do with my height -- though it did make me an easy target -- but with the fact that I stammered, and couldn't seem to get my words in the right order when I spoke. Also? I was left-handed, and the nuns "changed" me, which made a lot of stuff murky for a while. I read just fine, and when, in third grade, I was transferred to the public school, their testing placed me in the "bright" class. Go figure.