I Distinctly Remember…

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When I was in third and fourth grade, we used to love playing outside at recess. We didn’t play on the playground equipment anymore, though. That was for the boys, and for the weird girls. We quit playing on the equipment after She-Ra became uncool, circa second grade. Our new thing was playing under this huge pine tree to the side of the soccer field.

We would play under this tree every day. Usually we played house in the beginning. The pine branches would break off and we would use them to “sweep” the dirt under the tree. I can’t even express how enormous this tree was. We stood under its lowest branches, and it kind of hung down around us and made a great shelter. There was also an apple tree close by, and we would pick the apples off the ground and smash them into pretend food creations. Once house lost its novelty (or maybe we outgrew it) the tree became a good spot for our club that we created. The Sexy Six. Yeah, that was fourth grade. Who did we think we were? In fifth grade we became The Black Jags, and we had to wear something black EVERY day or we couldn’t hang out with the club.

I can’t believe I have so many memories about these trees on the playground. That same pine tree leaked this gross sap-like stuff. I got it all over my coat one year from leaning against the tree, and I remember my mom being sooo mad. In the fall of my third grade year, on my birthday, our class went outside for a walk. We were walking past the trees and I picked up one of the apples off the ground to take a bite. A bee stung me on the lip- on my eight birthday. Happy freaking birthday.

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