April 4, 2009

A conversation with my mother long ago

I am 13 years old, and it is the summer before my 8th grade year. I'm sitting on the couching reading a book when my mom comes into the room.

Mom: Go outside and play.

Me: I'm too old to go outside and "play."

Mom: Then just go outside and do something.

Me: I'm reading.

Mom: Boys don't like girls that are too smart, you know.

Me: Then I don't like boys.

Mom: What are you, some kind of lesbian?

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