I was a month overdue and completely unprepared, so to fit in I broke my leg. We were stationed in Germany and they speak and write a different language a fact had I known I wouldn't have injured myself to make new friends by having them sigh my cast. Being born so late in the year the bureaucrats kept me back a year, but I showed them. On the first day of school I walked out in front of station wagon and got blown out of my pants. The next six years between the girls loving me to death and the adults completely ignoring me I graduated to middle school. I got a job that summer and bought myself a fancy new pair of jogging pants that matched my 6th grade teacher. I strutted up the stairs and felt a change in the temperature around my legs. At least my vintage Underoos stayed up otherwise it could have been a total disaster. I skipped my way to dropping out of school because I was in love and making minimum wage. I've been hit by a couple more cars through the years and my pants have been around my ankles more than my hips. Which I broke in one of the accidents and it didn't heal on axis. They were going to break it and recast but if I wait a couple years someone well hit me with their car.