I'm vertically challenged

I'm vertically challenged. I'm used to it. Growing up it did present some problems.

When I was set to start kindergarten I was going to have to ride the bus to school. My mom helped me on with my backpack and sent me out with my sister to wait. When the bus came my sister jumped right on and went for a seat. I tried to follow her lead. I tried to step up but my backpack out weighed me and I toppled over backwards. I was stuck upside down doing my best impression of a turtle. I can still hear my mom laughing on the porch. Did the bus driver help me? NO! She to was overcome with laughter. My sister was already on the bus. She forgot all about me. I'm certain the other kids were laughing too. My cousin Lori took pitty on me and put me right side up and on the first step of the bus and wished me luck. I'm really suprised I didn't get beat up everyday for the rest of the year. Maybe I was so short the other kids just couldn't see me.

I grew up on a small ranch. Grandpa raised beef cattle. When he was out feeding the cows in the pasture he would let us come out and help...sometimes. One of these times, me and my two sisters were out playing on the manger while grandpa was putting the feed in. My sisters jumped off and back on the tractor. I fell into the center of the manger and was too short to get back out. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by giant black cow heads! They were coming at me from every side! I was terrified! I was about to be devoured by cows! Just when I thought I was a gonner and my short life flashed before my eyes, I was rescued by Grandpa! Saved! He reached right in and lifted me out. He placed me on the tractor with my sisters. Big suprise that they were laughing. In school the following year we had to write a paper on your hero. I chose Grandpa. He saved me from the cows. It sounds silly to say it out loud now but I still think of Grandpa as my hero. I'm a little wary of cows though.