Accepting Change

It was a cool spring morning in 1976. We stood there in our gym-required dress, with tube socks that went to our knees, and shorts that were way too short by today’s standard. Even then, goose bumps plagued the whole class between socks and shorts as we stood outside at an oval track that surrounded our high school football field. We waited for the teacher to give us a clue as to why we were suffering.