When I was young, my friends were all bigger than me. They use to kid me that I was going to grow up to be a short person. My parents were 5 foot 2 and 5 foot 6. I wouldn’t call them short but they weren’t tall either. So I remember thinking that I wanted to be 6 foot 2. I didn’t know I couldn’t. I just made up my mind to be that height. It wasn’t a general wish like over 6 feet or in that area but exactly 6 foot 2. Don’t ask my why I choose that height. Who knows how a kid comes up with these things. The funny thing is after that I just knew that I was going to be that tall. It was interesting because I had no doubt - none at all. I was certain. I told my friends how tall I was going to be but they didn’t believe me. That didn’t bother me because I knew.
I made that decision when
I was about 7 years old. I started really growing when I was about 14 and
to everyone’s amazement reached 6 feet 2 inches before I was 20. Then I just
stopped growing. Well I stopped growing in the vertical direction and started
to grow in the horizontal direction more than I wanted. Why didn’t I
decide 6 foot 2 and 175 pounds? O well, what does a kid know!!