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There was in person in my class who lived close to me
and it was a girl. We became friends.
I would ride to her house all the time. Going over there was fun.
Her brother had video games and she had a giant back yard.
She was different from most girls too. She was sportier and more of a tomboy.
A lot of times I forgot she was even girly. I mean, she liked to get dirty and didn't
hate bugs. But there was one time I went into her room
and I saw the thing that made us different. The Barbie Dream House.
I remember she played it off like she was too old for that thing.
But she couldn't hide all the fond memories from her face.
Girls played differently than boys. They didn't play with trucks and action figures.
They liked horses and played with dolls. I could relate. I felt that way about my toys.
I could even see why she liked it so much. It was huge. It had multiple floors and it
even had an elevator. I think I was spending too much time playing with her.