1935 What I Wanted

by Estelle Bruno

It was the beginning of a new school for me.  I was growing up going to Junior High.
Moma bought me a new sweater and everything else a girl wants for her first day in a new school.
That  first day I wore my  sweater proudly till one of the boys in the class came close to me, lowered his eyes to my breast and made a nasty face.  I was humiliated I could feel my face burning red.

What I wanted was to never see or wear that sweater again.