Once upon a time, back in the dark ages, I was on the Drill Team for my high school. We'd march at half-time at the basketball and football games. It was lots of fun, (and yes, I could do a split and high kicks!)but I'm paying for it now. We had a program at the end of every year where the Drill Team would perform our best routines for an audience and the Senior girls would be honored. My dad came to a halftime performance once when I first made the squad, and my mother came to the last halftime I performed in, because the mothers were given coursages by their daughters. They called and told her to come, and I was shocked when she actually showed up. Since I am the oldest of six kids, there were always little ones at home that needed Mom and Dad worse than I did. My parents came to this last performance, and when I got home with all my uniforms, Mom insisted I model them so she could take pictures. This one was my favorite. We called them our "Gold Stars".
