Sitting at the Cool-kid Table

Last night at work there was a little girl who was eating with her family and she had this sweater with a hood that had mouse ears on it, and the entire time they ate she wore the hood with ties tightened around her face. Next to her family was a table of girls that were probably between the ages of 10 and 14, they were the type of girls who all wore the same clothes and shoes (Ugg boots) because they didn't want to stand out too much or be noticed for anything other than the fact that they had pretty hair and they giggled a lot. The girl with the ears would laugh at something her mom said and then hug her father or do something goofy and then look over at the other table of girls to see if they had noticed or if they were making fun of her. While standing there I realized something; I was that little girl when I was growing up. Slightly awkward, never really fitting it, always wishing I could sit at the cool-kid table. But I realized something else while sitting there, now that I'm older, I'm glad I never sat at the cool kid table, those girls were boring and annoyed me. Where as the little girl with the mouse ears made me laugh the entire time they were there.