Being Tall

For as long as I can remember I have been tall. Class pictures when I was in grade school show me as a tall skinny kid in the back row. In exchanges with relatives and strangers growing up there first comment would inevitably be how tall I was. I always accepted it and was aware that I was taller than most. Eventually I became taller than my older brothers and my Dad but I never perceived myself as freakishly tall. Because I was tall and my love of the sport lead me to play basketball growing up. My world changed dramatically then when I played with numerous guys who were considerably taller than me. There were times I actually felt short. There were times in my life I did feel really tall when I started dating women some of whom were a foot shorter than me.  Asking me to reach the top shelf in supermarkets became common. It is funny when I get measured at the doctor’s office and I am only barely 6 foot 1 inch. People perceive me to be 6 foot 3 or 6 foot 4 as I am thin.  I really keep telling people I am only 6 foot 1 but my wife and kids insist I am 6 foot 2. Being tall has its advantages and I wouldn’t change things except for the numerous times I have bumped my head in cramped corners.