My family short. Dad, mom, and brothers short. None of them are taller than 6 feet. They are short like a baby plant piering through dirt. They are short that they have trouble looking for people in crowded places. Kipp considers himself as “vertically challenged.” They are short like a puppy dreaming of one day becoming a dog.
Me however, I am tall. I am a tall towering 6’3”. I am like the giant chasing Jack and the beanstalk. I am tall like being on a cliff seeing miles away. I am like a full grown tree, reaching for the sky. I am tall like the pinnacle of a roller coaster, unfazed by breeze blowing by. I am so tall like a adult mixed in with a group of kids. I am tall.