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.
Oooh, young boys can be so evil...
like this one a lot!
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Good piece about letting go - not to see, not to wear. I like it, Estelle.
I always appreciate your views, Sam.
thanks
I can only imagine what it's like for a young woman going to a new school for Junior High. Your story imparts a deeper understanding from the inside point of view. Very well done.
Mykell, I guess way back then, young women could be easily hurt. I can't imagine this scenario today (the girl would probably give him a good wack.
Great little glimpse of skooldays. And the sensitivity (and insensitivity) of youngsters.
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yes, insensitivity did exist. Thanks for reading this Jack
A simple story that touches so much. I've It's not just insensitivity, but destructiveness. So many butterfly wings simply ripped off, destroyed. I like what you did here. *
thanks so much for understanding a young girls feeling.