Ra! Ra! Ra!

I was a cheerleader. Okay it was kindergarten, but I was still a cheerleader. My sister was the coach. Everyone thought she was super cool. This bought me a few cool points, I suppose. It all went terribly wrong one day at practice. My sister tooted. How mortifying for her right? Wrong. She totally blamed it on me! I about died. Of course everyone believed it was me. I am pretty sure that is where my cheer leading career died.

In junior high I thought maybe it would be cool if I was a cheerleader, so I would turn the lights off in my bedroom and dance around to the Mortal Kombat song. I kept the lights off so if anyone walked in they wouldn't see. That would be a huge problem for try outs. If I could only have talked the school into letting me try out in the dark. I am so good at in when no one is watching and when it is dark.  

I  would think of songs I would run out to if I was on a team and involved in the pep rally.   I remember the volleyball team came out to a Destiny's Child song.   I would always think, "What would I make my grand entrance to?"   The answer, more than likely, would have been something very lame.  "MMMBop" would have gotten me booed so hard. Then again so would my cheering.  Perhaps I could have come out to the California Raisins.   Who doesn't get happy when they hear their version of "You Can't Hurry Love"?  

Fear can hold us back.  Other times it can save us.  My fear of cheering in the light was a huge life saver for me.