“After a swim at the pool, with our mothers safely out of earshot, we would do our ceremonial walk around the changeroom, making sure to stop pointedly at each of a dozen or so mirrors and, with slightly shocked looks upon our tiny faces, incant ‘Boobies! Nipples! Out of this world!’”
A story about me and my childhood best friend, Sarah Beall, which she wrote for the Lickety Split blog.
