Memories of Girlhood: Adventure is out there!

Clinging to the fifth bar of the monkey bars I peered down at the ground below me; to my seven year old self it looked a long way down, even though in reality it was little more than five feet. It was my third try at the assault course that weekend and the monkey bars...

Memories of Girlhood: Childhood‚ the First Draft of “Me”

Shy, reserved, quiet, timid… all words that describe my childhood self perfectly. I went to a mixed primary school so I was surrounded by boys and girls, but I was never that much of a socialite. I had my little group of friends, friends I still have...

Memories of Girlhood: Girls can be menaces, too

“Come on, let’s go to the shop!” my Nan calls, “Put a coat on, you‚Äôll catch a cold.‚Äù Eight years old, I refused to put a coat on. Dennis the Menace didn‚Äôt wear a coat. Dennis the Menace...

Memories of Girlhood: Different is Good

One of the most meaningful moments of my childhood happened on a trip to the library. On this specific visit I discovered a book that would go on to play a huge role in my life. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was the first book that I read that...

Memories of Girlhood: Visiting the Windy City

Chicago is known as the Windy City, a popular shopping destination, and a fun place to take a weekend trip. It is only a 6 hour train ride from where I grew up in Michigan, so I have been there many times over the years. My favorite memories of Chicago are from...

Memories of Girlhood: Juggling Club

Looking back as an adult, I can be perfectly honest and say that the main reason I joined the juggling club when I was in middle school was because of a boy. When I was in middle school I did lots of things for a boy (most of them didn’t work out). Joining the...

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