This week, when I was eleven…

It was 1989.  The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was all the rage, Milli Vanilli won best new Artist at the Grammies, and this was what was happening with me…

Robin Hood play: (from left to right) Earl, Me, Benji, Roger, Jason (wearing a bathrobe??) Alan, Hud and Danny.  Yes, THE Danny.

Robin Hood play: (from left to right) Earl, Me, Benji, Roger, Jason (wearing a bathrobe??) Alan, Hud and Danny. Yes, THE Danny and his curly mullet.

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Post Commentary:

•  It probably sounds as though I played every sport possible, which I did.  That does not mean I was good at any of them.  But I wanted to play, and when you live in a small town that’s all that matters.  There are no tryouts, we were lucky to have enough kids interested in sports to have a team.

• A “snake chase” was during track practice, our coach would have us run down the hill (small town, one main hill) and around and back up, with no stopping.  I think it was called snake chase because you would cut through fields and empty lots, and hope you didn’t run into a snake in the process.  Obviously, we didn’t always follow the rules.

• Uh oh, Danny and I are starting to argue.  See, I told you I didn’t listen to my Mother’s advice.  She will tell you that I never did probably, and she’d be right.  But I just wasn’t listening to anyone’s advice.  I thought I knew everything.  That sounds waaaaaaay too familiar.  I think I know a young 11 year old girl right now that feels like she’s got it all figured out.  Hmmm…

•  I would never have remembered that “ignore someone each day” thing that our teacher did, although I am pretty sure I know what the point of it was.  She was obviously trying to show us how it feels to be “left out” because another common theme in small towns is if you weren’t “from” there, then you were an outsider.  And we treated you like one.  I’m sure that was lost on our 6th grade minds though.

 

And because it’s May 1st, and  we are all caught up, I can treat you to the ACTUAL “this week, when I was eleven…”

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Post-Commentary:

• Field trips should not come with tests afterward.  I stand by this.

•  I remember that sunburn very much.  I stayed the night at Alison’s house after that track meet and we laid around with aloe leaves off an aloe plant they had, in front of fans on full blast, trying to get some relief.  It was pretty awful.


xoxo

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