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I grew up watching wrestling with my dad, so I guess it came easily to me to play fight and play fight I did a bunch in kindergarten. I even got a note home my dad would never let me live down: “Vanessa was roughhousing with the boys,” my teacher sent home.

So I’m almost pretty sure I probably roughhoused the crap out of Zachary: my first crush. He had brown curls and a Ninja Turtles shirt I believe. Hi Zachary. You were a cutie.