When I was 11 years old, my girlfriends and I used to talk long into the night about how one of us was bound to become president of the United States.
We had no reason to believe that except that we were young girls watching and learning from the chaos swirling around us. It was 1968, and the change blowing across the country was kicking up quite a breeze in our own small Ohio town.
It seemed as if every other week, someone's older sister was getting suspended for wearing a see- ...
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