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Nearly every
day last summer, as I’d return home from work, I noticed the same group of
four kids hanging out in front of my apartment building. They all appeared to be 11 or 12-years-old.
They all carried skateboards. Their
clothing was thrashed. Their
ballcaps were worn backwards or sideways.
They all looked the same. This year, I saw them again.
The same four kids. Same
skateboards, same ballcaps. Only
now, one of the kids has boobs. And
the boobed-one is the only one who was skating and attempting tricks.
The other three…all boys…just sat on the curb and watched. “Come on guys!” she chided them. “Skate!” But skating was the last thing on their minds. They preferred to sit and watch this friend of theirs with the new boobs and the belly shirt and the painted-on jeans jiggle and shake. “You guys suck!” she finally said with exasperation before skating away down the street. “Goddammit,” of the guys remarked with a smile as he picked up his board and got to his feet. “Goddammit is right,” one of the others concurred, shaking his head. “Let’s go get some ice cream.” Broadway Jim Sosnicky
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