On the day of the dandelion fight Christina and I both wore a white shirt. We went to recess and picked all of the dandelions we could find. Then we marched towards the fence of the playground, dandelions in tow.
We headed to the spot on the playground where no teacher or duty could see us unless they were really looking. The spot was between the schoolyard fence and a small pine tree. Being only in third grade, Christina and I were small too so the pine tree shielded us just fine.
We divided the pile of dandelions in half and then the fight began. We tried to smear as much yellow dandelion pollen on each other as we could. At the end of recess, we compared shirts. The person whose shirt stayed the whitest won!
The yellow stains never came out of my shirt, but what a great memory!
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