The mystery of the boomerang generation, to me anyway

I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty typical kid. As a little girl, I didn’t like wearing dresses, but I liked playing with dolls – I even made clothes for them – as well as hopscotch, jump rope, marble games, and an imaginary game called “House” with the neighborhood boys. (You can guess how …

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