# 9: Play Time; Girl Time

Throughout my Elementary years, I always looked forward to recess. Recess was a time when I was able to run around and release all my stored up energy. My earliest childhood memory was in Early Kindergarten when I was five years of age. I had two friends that I usually would hang with around the tire swing. Unlike most girls, Taylor and Caroline (lets just say those are their names) actually liked boys; I still thought that boys had cooties. One thing we did agree on was who the cutest boy in the grade was: Conner. Even my "cootie paranoia" couldn't overpower my idea of Conner "the cutie". One day we three girls had the audacity to ask Conner if he wanted to play house with us. Of course, Caroline being the leader she was, told Conner that he would be her husband. Conner's eye suddenly opened wide and the poor boy was struck with a look of fear. Caroline, dismayed by his silence, looked at us in utter shock. She couldn't comprehend why a five year old boy didn't want to be her husband. Suddenly Conner ran off and sat down behind a big oak tree. Being young, we didn't really grasp the concept of rejection. So we ran off happily and played our own game. When the teacher called us to come inside we looked for Conner and he was no where to be found. Finally we spotted him and he was still sitting behind the big oak tree. Our teacher went over to him and told the students to go inside.  We all peered through the window to see why Conner wouldn't come inside. Come to find out Conner had actually went to the bathroom in his pants. Enough to say, I think Caroline scared Conner so bad that he actually pooped himself. Poor guy. It was then we discovered the power of being a girl and the affect we had on boys.