As I scaled the shelves in the grocery store to reach something on the top one, I was reminded, once again, how annoying it can be to be short. I need a stool to reach things in my kitchen and in my closet. I wear heels all the time to put myself close to eye level with people at work. When I was a kid, I think I had blocks taped to the pedals of my tricycle and I was always the last one picked for basketball. I learned to drive in a huge Chevy Suburban where I needed pillows behind and under me. Clothes always have needed hemming, and I was 10 years old before I was allowed to ride the good rides at Cedar Point.
From the editor: A step up