If I had to limit my choices down to all of the things that imbarrased me as a kid, I would have to say the fact that my mom was a whistler, not so much in the way of whistling show tunes but in the really loud obnoxious way of a soccer mom. I kid you not we could hear that damn whistle from any where in our neighborhood. And on the soccer feild it was deafining. Some of the parents refused to sit by her because they knew it was coming and that it was so loud. But as I got older and got into high school soccer I came to realize this was her trademark (haha shoving two fingers into her mouth and screaching out a whistle a trademark, sorry rambling) and when the stands where pack it was actually kind of comforting to hear it because then I knew she was there and could pin point where she was sitting. This came in handy my senior year when I was never sure if she was going to feel up to coming to the games because she had surgery for Cancer at the start of my season and the recoverey time was 8 weeks. BTW she made it to the second week game..
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