“Girls don’t play with boys”

Childhood Memories

I wasn’t outgoing

I had cousins my age in school

Familiar friends

I found them on the playground

I remember my teacher saying “girls don’t play with boys”

I couldn’t play with my cousins

This was in the 80s

Mrs Irish was this quant little thing

But that day I remember the look of disgust on her face as she spoke those words

I had two cousins my age one , we always hung around each other I lived nearby

To be told I could not do this this was a shock

We didn’t care and did it anyway

Memories of these cousins will stay with me forever

I went to my 8th grade dance with one of them,

Then in high school went with the other to MORP (prom backwards the girl asks the guy)

We didn’t keep in touch as we got older

But pictures and memories are there forever

I still remembers my favorite teacher, well tied for first with Mr. Smith, my 5 th grade teacher

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