SOME ARE SILVER AND OTHERS ARE GOLD
When I was 13-14 years old, I was in a gang. I know! It’s shocking! But before you unfriend me in horror, take note that we were a gang of total geeky girls who wore polyester and plaid pants (c’mon, it was the SEVENTIES, that’s all there was for 13-year-olds), who drew comic books together and sang in choir and ate entire packs of Opal Fruits in the cafeteria while we talked about boys and the slumber party that Jill was hosting that weekend. Becky and I sort of ran the gang, or at least we started it by hanging...