Pre-Teen angst

Going back a little:

When I hit about 11/12, I started to get boy-crazy. I kissed my boy-band posters every night before I went to sleep, I wanted to talk on the phone to boys in my class, however, my parents would never allow that, and I wanted hang out with the boy’s all the time. My gal friends and I were always chatting which guy had the most perfect hair or who we want to marry. While my friends and I were crazy for the boys, they were crazy for the football. They had no desire to be around us girly-girls.

If only I would have known that then, I would not have tried so hard to hang out with the boys and ultimately, get into some childish trouble.

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