I remember those lines at the principal/nurses office. No privacy and you're standing there in your little tank-top undershirt. I got the same diagnoses, smallest kid in the class, must be from worms! OMG I was hoping the earth would swallow me whole. Mom gave me brown stuff also but i don't remember what it was. I only know it created the worst case of Montezuma's Revenge ever. I had to use a bucket for two days so Mom could check for the critters.
Right you are...NO WORMS! The Dr. prescribed lots of meat and wine. Mom kept a jug of port in the cellar way and I had to drink a water glass a day with supper. It didn't work, just created a real dislike for beef, (not so much the wine)!
I was still the smallest in the class all through school. My consolation??
My three boys didn't have to suffer the same fate. they're all six footers.
Another "little" girl here - began first grade at age 5 and was the smallest in my classes all through elementary school. Relatives clucked and tsked when they held my scrawny wrists and cast accusing looks at my parents -- who surely must have been starving me. Little did they know that I actually ate huge quantities of beans, potatoes and other vegetables with the occasional bit of beef, pork or chicken. I suppose I ran it all off in the great outdoors. My grandson is the same - a small but mighty 3-1/2-year-old. I am SO glad no one thought about the WORM diagnosis! I doubt I could have tolerated the stinky worm medicine!
Good to know I'm not the only shrub in the forest of oaks.
And Scottsmom, my son is 6'3", my daughter is 5'10", so here I am still barely touching 5'. And BeeCharmer, my grandson is starting out just like me, but I notice at 6, he's suddenly showing signs of 'tall'!
Good to hear from both of you...I'll bet we are all healthier than those who never get outside and 'run it off in the great outdoors!'
I had my full adult growth by the time I was in sixth grade so felt like a giant all through grade school.
But my very best friend all the way through school was tiny.
Her mom and mine were best friends.
Consequently, they wormed us both at the same time every year.
It was awful, and we were miserable, but at least we had someone to commiserate with!
Jill could eat three times whatever I ate in a sitting.
And she was fast, too!
I remember her chasing down horses in the pasture.
Good stuff comes in small packages, diminutive folks!