Picture it: the year is 1993. I’m in 5th grade at Powell Valley Middle School. The semester is almost over because it’s FIELD DAY — that one day a year when an entire grade of students gathers in a field to play bizarre games like the three-legged race and the egg and spoon challenge while fighting mosquitoes for a bag lunch.
My mom was a fifth grade tea…
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