Category Archives: Childhood Tales

I’m surprised I’m not a vegetarian.

 

I was six years old- maybe seven.

Either way, I was certain that second grade would be way better than first.

We didn’t go on field trips in first grade.

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His name was Andrew.

One of the best things to do as a six year old little girl is roll around on thick grass.

I did this on many occasions on the front lawn of a neighbor boy’s house across the street.

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End Of The World

I was unpacking some boxes not too long ago and came across a few of my old diaries.  It was a pretty interesting read- kind of choppy, since  I apparently had a habit of writing every day for a week and then taking an entire year off. It seemed like I only wrote when in the middle of some sort of pubescent crisis.

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How Michael Jackson Made Me Cool – Tales From The Fourth Grade Bathroom

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The beginning of fourth grade sucked big time. I was the new girl in school, short and skinny, with big feet and ears that were just a little too big for my face. My ears were just pointy enough to stick through my long, pin straight hair and wave hello. A few of the fourth grade boys had started to call me Gelfling — an elf/troll-like creature with wings from a movie called The Dark Crystal. I do not believe this was a compliment.

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