My personality, my instincts, my sense of right and wrong -- all of that was firmly established by the time I was 17. I do see myself as that same girl in many ways and I think that is a very healthy thing that Storm knew me then. Of course he would have figured out who I was had we not met and married until I was 30 because much of my personality is the same......... but my athleticism and sense of competition in that area was mostly gone by then......... but it is still who I am in my heart and mind. Obviously, I do not see a perky 17 year old body when I look in the mirror and sometimes it still surprises me. Yikes! I don't look too long, but Storm still looks and for as long as he pleases, dog-garnet! :)
I'm not saying nothing has changed about me....... my golf game, for instance, is much better now that it was in high school because Storm taught me to play. HA! We didn't golf together for about 14 years until we picked it back up again this past summer. I fell in love with golf again and I fell in love with playing golf with Storm again. The memories came flooding back of the hours upon hours we spent newly married and in an open field,
One may argue that the human brain is not done developing by age 17 anyway, so why do I like it so much that Storm knew me since I was 9? Well, unless a person saw me play sports (not golf) in my prime, it's not easy to explain the incredible natural athlete that I was. I only do so now because I am old and cannot do those things anymore and so I don't see it as bragging. It would have been bragging had I tried to tell everyone how good I was when I was still that good. When people would ask me back then, "I hear you're good at sports. How good are you?" My answer ALWAYS was, "You can come to the game and judge for yourself."
Everybody knew who I was by the time I hit my freshman year in high school. Summer softball players and fans in our towns and all other towns we competed in knew of my talent. The middle school coaches and fans in the stands and teammates knew from basketball and volleyball season. But, in high school is when the newspapers start reporting on games and players in every sport and you suddenly find yourself being talked about on the sports page in the headlines the morning after you hit a game winning shot in basketball on varsity as a five foot one inch freshman! We didn't even get the newspaper at our home at the time. People from church that Sunday morning had cut out copies of the article and brought them to me for memorabilia and to talk to me about the game. (A memory I will surely never forget and the staff in the future nursing home that I am in will never believe me when I tell them such stories and God help me, I WILL!!!!! Although Millennials and their children will be taking care of me and when I tell them there was no internet when I grew up, it will make their eyes spin in their heads.) Colleges begin to take notice and ....... blah, blah, blah, Windy, girls get scholarships all the time now. Yes, they do, but they didn't back in the early to mid 80's because they were still establishing the programs for girls and spent years enforcing Title 9.
I say all that to explain that there is part of me that will ALWAYS be an athlete and just because I am now a kinky spanked wife does not mean that I have to shut that off unless Storm and I decide together that it is necessary. (It's not.) I think it is wonderful and sweet when she is, but I am not the wife that greets her husband at home when he returns from golf. Nor am I one that gets mad that he spends so much time (and money) without me at the golf course because I am the wife that golfs with him. I am the wife who is her husband's golf buddy and that is the way HE likes it! I am the one who knows the private jokes between men on the golf course......... things such as, well, I’m not tellin'! Ask your husband/partner if he/she is a golfer. Otherwise email me and I’ll tell ya! I have a new email address and it's around here somewhere!
What kind of girl are you?