Hannelore -- ponytail, bangs and (omigosh, I had almost forgotten about this!) plastic headband. Dungarees, saddle shoes and a Davy Crocker t-shirt (I had 3 of them -- blue, green and yellow.)

I was the klutz in a family full of athletes. I figured out early what I COULD do -- which didn't really make up for all the things I couldn't do, but at least it made me happy off on my solitary journeys.

Dotsie, I would've loved to give you the kamikaze course in Rooftop Reconnaissance. Once, after a local kid spied me on the slanted roof of a parking garage -- and NO ONE else could figure out how to get there -- I offered to take a bunch of neighborhood kids up. About 12 kids followed me onto private property and over two chain link fences. However, only 3 climbed the tree and crawled out on the big branch (one kid at a time!) where we jumped down onto the roof. After running around the roof for a while, we slid back down the rain gutter pipe.

In a lifetime of sports failures and mediocrities, this was one of my few crowning accomplishments.