· Updated January 16, 2025 12:35 AM · 4 min read read
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We were born the same year, our mothers old friends. Jenny and I were first friends. They didn't call them "playdates" back then, but the two of us hung out a lot as tykes — had tea parties and made typical pre-school messes while our moms sipped coffee and later scolded us for mushing Playdough into the carpet. I only learned that Jenny had been diagnosed with Down syndrome, which of course I didn't understand, when I heard we wouldn't attend the
We were born the same year, our mothers old friends. Jenny and I were first friends. They didn't call them "playdates" back then, but the two of us hung out a lot as tykes — had tea parties and made typical pre-school messes while our moms sipped coffee and later scolded us for mushing Playdough into the carpet. I only learned that Jenny had been diagnosed with Down syndrome, which of course I didn't understand, when I heard we wouldn't attend the same school.
My neighborhood park had a wading…