Muckle-hummocks or Late Bloomer?
From age 12 to 13-1/2, I grew 9” in those painful 18 months. I was a gangly, clumsy kid. Who wouldn’t be? My knees ached constantly and I knocked things over with great regularity. It became an issue in my family and frankly, a punch line and callback, mostly with raised eyebrows or disgusted looks. […]
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