No doubt about it, at the age of ten, I was little miss tubby, thanks to mother who constantly followed me with a spoon. Could she not see that my cheeks were as full as a chipmunk, my tummy as jiggly as jello and my clothes larger than most children that age? I was by today's standards obese.
Back then, country school field trips were much more exciting than what city kids experienced; exploring fields of wild flowers and bugs, visiting farms and animals and hiking deep into forests to practice survival. But the one field trip that remains in my mind is the one that changed my life.
This winter's day Mrs. Sloan's class was headed to the local pond to create an ice rink. Dad had built a rink behind the house, so I was already a good skater and anxious to show off my skills. Off we traveled, single file through snow covered fields. As usual, I was slower due to my size, and was the last child to follow. As we crossed the pond to begin the clearing, I heard a crack, and before I knew it, was underwater. I, me, tubby, the only one, had broken thru the ice. Yes, it was frightening and ruined everybody's field trip, of which many let me know. Children can be cruel, but that was the day my diet changed. A year later, no one called me tubby and I was never again the last in line.