So Gidget...

Gidget is the only nickname (other than the requisite name alterations) that I've ever earned. It was first stuck to me in the fourth grade, while sleeping over at a friend's house--isn't it sad that I don't remember her name... we were really good friends, too. Her older brother was watching one of the old (even a-way back in the 80's they were old) Sandra Dee "Gidget" movies.

He decided that I reminded him of Gidget (a smart ass little blonde who thought she was all that and a bag of chips, but very naive about it, and accident prone), and started right off calling me after the character. A year later he started coaching our soccer team and the name stuck good and firm. I didn't grow up with me, though, nor did it ever leave the soccer team.

I miss it a bit, even if I no longer resemble the original (still a smart ass, and maybe a little naive and accident prone, but no longer blonde or little). Besides Gidget is a ridiculous name for someone in her late (I have to say it) thirties.

I played left wing. I was known for getting the ball down the field, and no one could get the ball away from me. The thing was, I never tried for a goal. I'd always, always pass it to someone else.

Gidget never scores.