Shake Your Pom Poms

Anyone who knows me at all is aware that I was a high school cheerleader and many years later became a college cheerleading coach. I loved it in HS, but had a much better time working with such amazing talent at the college. In my first season we began with three young ladies – a few years later, there were over 30 cheerleaders and dancers on three different teams. You can imagine my delight when my granddaughter, Kyla, decided to become a cheerleader this year. Of course, I’ve been teaching her since she was born and she spent a good bit of time at my practices (being pampered by the students) and games – maybe that had something to do with her decision. Krista says she’s the last one on the floor, last one off the floor and continually drops her megaphone. Well, she’s only 6! I’m attaching my high school cheerleading picture (notice the very long skirt – strict Baptist High School), a photo of one of my college teams and two of Kyla. Go Swordsmen, Go Bobcats, Go Jumpers! Yeah, yeah, I still have that perky enthusiasm and even now I have some cheers in my head. If I can get rid of them (and some old songs) I’d have room for important stuff.