Elementary School Hood-Lums

Let me tell you a little something about myself when I was in elementary school. I didn’t take any crap from anyone. And most certainly not any stupid little boys! I was one of those chicks who always wanted to be first when it came to going down the slide or swinging on the tire swing. When I felt something was rightfully mine, and I think it usually was, I tried to get it. Here’s an example of that.

Imagine a cute little innocent girl on the blacktop playing all by her self. She’s just skipping back and forth because of course all the balls and hoola hoops and cool things that those were taken. They were always a “hot” item on the playground. This little girl finally spots a little red ball just laying there. She looks left. No one to be found. She looks right. Again, no one to be found. That meant there was probably no one playing with it at the moment. HALLELUJIAH! Finally something to play with! She starts skipping over to the ball, all the while envisioning her self having extreme amounts of fun bouncing and throwing and catching and loving this little red ball. When she got about half way to this ball, she sees out of the corner of her eye a little boy charging at the ball like a wild fiend! In fear of losing her one true love, the little girl mustered up all the strength possible to sprint (gracefully, of course) to her one hope of happiness. Unfortunately, the little boy beat her. Instead of just taking his victory and going away, the little boy decided to taunt the girl with it by saying “HA! I got the ball and you didn’t! Nana, nana, boo, boo!” This enraged the little girl. Before she could control herself, she shoved the taunting boy. This was terrible timing on the little girl’s part because there was a teacher near by who happened to glance over and see her push the malicious boy. The teacher decided something needed to be done so she sauntered over to see what was happening. The little girl didn’t notice the teacher coming due to her blind rage towards the malevolent boy. The teacher asked what the problem was. Not knowing what to say, and knowing she’d get in trouble for telling the truth, the little girl began to weep. In the saddest, most broken voice she could rally, the little girl jabbed a finger towards her nemesis and exclaimed through her tears, “He pushed me first! And then he stole my ball!” “Well that wasn’t very nice! Come with me” was the teacher’s response to the little girl’s accusation. The teacher took away the wicked boy and left the little girl with her little red ball to rejoice and play merrily.

This a tale of one of my most memorable experiences on the harsh elementary school playground. I know what you’re thinking, “wow, what a mean little girl!” But if you really think about it, what would you have done in that situation? I had to fend for myself. It was a harsh world out there.