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