At age eight, approaching the pre-teen years, I began to blossom . Slowly, as time passed, they grew. Sprouting in to two large floating devices on my small framed chest; filled with milk ducts, and FAT tissue. They jiggled and wiggled, getting the attention of my male classmates . Most of which I played football and basketball with. You see, I was a big tom-boy in my youth. I loved sports of every sort and played many in school. I had the energy and ambitions of a bird, to just get up and go. At recess, I’d often act as though I didn’t hear the bell ring when play time was up; ending the fun.
To be continued…