Who you callin' funny lookin'?

When I was about fifteen I went to a really lovely camp in California.  My mom, my brother, and I all went, in fact.  As I recall it was in Big Sur, but who knows...I didn't really pay much attention to things like that at the time...that, and I've always been geographically challenged.

Anyway, it was Satir Family Camp based on the work of Virginia Satir.  I think of it every once in a while and there is always one thing that pops into my head as my chief memory.  I was sitting with a group of kids in a tent and this little guy, who must have been about twelve, looked right at me and told me, "You're going to be a funny looking grown-up."

OK, so...wow!  When I close my eyes I can still totally see what he looked like.  He had shaggy blond hair, glasses with super thick lenses, teeth a little too big for his face, and a bit of a recessed chin.   Yes, he was absolutely adorable!  Seriously!  At least that's what I think of him now.  Back then I though he was a "little turd".

So, as I've aged, his words visit me from time to time, particularly on bad hair and got-too-little-sleep days.  As I'm pondering my own look I think of him.  I wonder if he ever thinks of the little girl cursed with looks that would go goofy over the years.  I wonder what he looks like now.  Somehow I imagine he still has thick lens glasses, shaggy hair, a recessed chin, teeth that finally match his head, and I bet he's absolutely adorable!

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