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Originally Posted by macele

3rd grade, ... i cut my hair, started wearing the clothes i wanted to wear, (cut off jeans, ball jerseys of any kind, ect.)
and wanted to play with no one but the boys.
those girls just didn't know how to play rough and dirty lol.

then 4th grade, i had my first girl crush and woman crush.

the girl, we shared the summer under a weeping willow tree. and when elvis died,
i was right their with her. she cried and cried. her mom didn't like
me. mom said that i had no discipline from home. mom knew lol. she moved away
the next school year. i was devastated. i remember she came to say goodbye.
i was in the backyard playing. i couldn't look at her. i was so heartbroken. i didn't tell her bye. i regret that.

the woman was a 4th grade teacher. i loved how she cared. that caring that belongs to only a woman.

MY goodness, what a beautiful innocent love.