Recess. 3rd grade, Mrs Blackley’s class. I didn’t have any friends, which could be blamed on the fact that my mom gave me army buzzcuts regularly or maybe because she was a teacher at the school. Either way recess for me wasn’t spent huddled in secret sharing circles with the other girls. Or playing sports with the boys. I was more interested in nature, the wind in my hair from swinging, and investigating the plants that grew on the playground.