Memories

6th Grade - I never had a good complexion (until age 28 when I moved to the desert). In 6th grade, I had a huge pimple on the end of my nose. Scott asked me if I was a witch with a wort on my nose. He was one of the hottest boys in school so that comment stung a lot. Somehow I was able to feel sad when I heard he died in a plane accident in his early 20's.

8th Grade - Rachel made me cry day after day of basketball practice. What was it about her that could make me so angry/sad? I was glad she changed schools in 9th grade so I could have all the point-guard-glory to myself. In my 20's, I bumped into her at the gym. I felt superior because she was a stay-at-home mom and I was getting my MBA.*

*Now that I'm older, I think that women who can stay at home with their children are very blessed.