ME???

How did I get chosen/nominated/suckered into being the judge for the funniest story? Anyhow, I have one to submit, although I already spoke to Douglas about it. I remember one day being in the recess yard, and Carol and I were giggling about something or the other. I was wearing those God-aweful braids my mother used to love putting my hair into. Douglas came up on one side of me, and Paul DeCurtis came up on the other side and each one grabbed a braid and yanked (HARD!). The two braves each ran off in opposite directions ( a good tactical move, now that I think about it, since I could only conceivable "get" one of them) and laughed themselves silly the rest of the day. I cried, Carol chased off after one of them, and Sonja walked up to Douglas(I think) and punched him in the arm for me. Thank goodness for good friends. Funny the things you remember, even after all these years. And no, I no longer plait my hair into braids.
That night I went home and my mom and I spoke, and the hair pulling issue came up. When she and I walked down to school(for me) and the subway(for her) the next day, she went into the schoolyeard with me. She grabbed Douglas by the lapel of his coat and gave him a severe dressing down about the incident.(including wagging her finger in his face) Then she asked him who Paul was and Douglas almost stumbled over himself in an effort to "sell out his partner in crime", in order to get away from my petite mother. Hmmm, in retrospect, it seems like people were always defending me. Never looked at it like that before. Guess the story isnt so funny(ha ha) as intospective. Oh well!

Oh, and I second Sonja's question as to what is going on with Francisco and his religious preaching?