Puberty, Ready or Not | Part 1 of 2

It’s spring 1953.  I’m 9 years old and in the 5th grade at a Christian grade school.  Because I did 3rd and 4th grades in one year, my classmates are a year older than I am.  Right now my teacher, Mrs. Wilson, is making an announcement to the girls.  “Be sure you bring your signed permission slips with you tomorrow.”

What permission slips?  What’s she talking about?  My classmate tells me it’s for the film. Read the rest of this entry »