#2: Lower Elementary School
Elementary school started for me at Abernathy Elementary in Portland, Oregon. A school surrounded by rose bush round-a-bouts, a large covered play area, a fairly busy road in the distance and a play ground with an epic tire swing and bark dust where Clark once peed during recess. Which brings me to the learnings of this age of life... Boys are gross. Sometimes they try to be sweet by attending the school carnival and using all the tickets they earn to buy you a small hello kitty pencil set. This IS sweet. Boys are gross, but super sweet. Boys make the heart flutter. I've had crushes since AT LEAST first grade. Usually the flutter of the heart made me run away and hide. I am an excellent hider. This is not actually good. I need to remember to 'unhide' myself too. Problems are not only an adult thing. On the playground I used to solve all the problems of the world. My role was to brainstorm solutions for ...