(32 Weeks)
Growing up, I seemed to have an equal group of female friends and male friends. But thought boys were fun. They played in the dirt, liked sports, and showed up at my house with a hammer and nails when I suggested we build a treehouse. There was a family story about a time at the town’s Christmas tree lighting when I – likely 3 or 4 at the time – saw a pile of older boys, older meaning 6 or 7 probably, roughhousing. So, I ran over and jumped on top to the pile!
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