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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 :::
First Grade Romance: or, The Girl From Snob Hill
Around the corner and up the hill from the street I grew up on was a cluster of big houses. This area was known as "Snob Hill." When I was in the first grade, a girl from Snob Hill cast her eye my way and for some reason, liked what she saw. Even back then, when my biggest concern was probably wether or not I had enough Legos, I realized she was pretty cute. But peer pressure and sheer terror prevented me from acknowledging any of her advances.
One time she asked me to beat a guy up because he had done or said something mean to her. This guy was in the first grade too, but built like a third grader. I don't recall how I weaseled out of that one. If I had gotten my ass kicked I'd probably remember that.
At that age, and to a certain extent nowadays, I was obsessed with Abraham Lincoln. The Girl From Snob Hill like Lincoln also, and one time asked me over to see her Lincoln collection. She asked me in front of some other boys. I was intrigued, but had to say no to preserve my tenuous position in the macho hierarchy of the first grade. I remember shortly after that, these same boys singing "Tom and Annette, sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G. . . . "
I don't know whatever happened to her. I have no memory of her past the first grade. She must have moved out of town. I bet she was cute wherever she went and I wonder what happened to her Lincoln stuff.
::: posted by tom at 1:31 PM
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