This memory did not come while watching
the young boys wrestle,
nor did it come to me as I ate and people watched.
Then they brought out the desserts, in which an auction
commenced and the academy classes bid outrageous prices
for some unique items::
It was somewhere in between Mrs. Gentry's divine egg rolls and the world's largest PB & J sandwich that I was suddenly hit with this memory. A memory of years past when I too was sitting among my classmates and yelling excitedly about our auction wins.
Two of my friends had brothers who would practice wrestling moves on them at home. The auction would go on and on, and as little girls, we would get somewhat bored and antsy. We would look at each other, give the nod, then exit the gymnasium giggling.
We ran to a vacant classroom and it was there that we would practice our own wrestling moves and hold our own tournament. We did not have near the amount of fans that the boys had, nor did we have any trophies awarded but...
I can tell you that we had a lot of fun
the memory brought to mind my silly childhood days and Wrestle O'Rama's of past...