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Life was so much easier when our only worry was that recess was too short...when decisions were made by rock paper scissors...only skinned knees made us cry...boys had cooties and goodbyes meant tomorrow. Now PE is something we can't wait to get out of, and broken skin brings a muttered curse while broken hearts draw tears. Boys are no longer an alien race, and goodbyes are often forever. So, before we dive head first into all of this, let's have one last round of rock paper scissors...