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Meeting someone taller for the first time

A statement about size not mattering much, coming from a giant like me, could gullibly be seen as an innocent euphemism or just slightly erroneous, but might be considered a straightforward lie by people with a more malicious or tarnished mind, so I better keep a lid on that by adding a personal adjective: to me.

When I was very young, my mother was regularly warned by pediatricians about the growth curve they estimated for me and she was often offered to put the brake on it by administering me a dose of restrictive hormones, proposals she firmly and abjectly rejected on every occasion, perfectly knowing what to expect, having grown up with three giant brothers herself. I’m still quite grateful to her for this determination, even though as a child, significantly taller than my friends, peers and classmates and as a result estimated considerably older, I was badly bullied periodically for not acting age appropriately, a predisposition enhanced by my preference for playing with dolls over joining in the more customary street soccer games, retroactively a plumb clichéd preview into my life’s sequel.

I clearly don’t look back in pleasure nor anger; this was a temporary inconvenience I outgrew naturally and I can truthfully claim that I never experienced any real nuisance again caused by my exorbitant size. On the contrary, I can fondly commemorate the joy I felt of feeling minuscule for once, meeting someone taller for the first time, relieved not to be unique and genuinely enjoying the look up.

All well and good, when it comes to the pumpkins and summer squashes growing at Les Pierres, examining the way they have clearly fallen behind this year, I cannot but contradict the previous assertion. We’re not sure how their decline started, them being off to an excellent start just weeks ago, after which we slowly but surely started to notice vague mishaps with several of the fruits kicking off.
We blamed the steamy hot weather, the subsequent heavy rain showers, bug infestations and attacks by rodents, all of which we found evidence for, but our closing conclusion appears to be poor pollination.

Oh well, when size does matter, its absence is such a disappointment.

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