Wednesday, July 11, 2007

You better recognize

In the 4th grade I started a gang. I will readily admit the elementary school Serena was a hellion and probably merely a precursor to the pain-in-the-ass I am today.

Gathering a group of my female friends from all walks of life, I convinced everyone we should be a gang to defend ourselves in the elementary school social hierarchy. I named my gang the Let Me Call You Sweetheart Gang and set about developing our marketing campaign. Now, at the age of 11 I didn't know the phrase marketing campaign existed, but that's exactly what I was doing.

Our name came from this t-shirt I had with Minnie Mouse on it and a button that played Let Me Call You Sweetheart when pressed. Not exactly fear inspiring, huh? Looking back, I can't remember the exact purpose of our gang or if we even lasted past that first playground session. What I do remember is spinning on the merry-go-round as the tennis courts whizzed by. I remember the lone guy in our group talking about how his cousin could hook us up with gang shirts and those satin jackets with the embroidery on the back. Our jackets were going to be light pink satin and have a broken heart stitched on the back with the gang name. Our jackets would have our name embroidered on the front.

I don't recall much else, but I can still feel my excitement at the thought of those jackets and how cool we would look. I think I watched Grease too often as a child.


  1. Yay! I tried to start a gang in elem. school, too. I think we got as far as deciding we'd have red bandanas.

  2. After reading this, we are never going to that Mexican restaurant I was telling you about.

    Especially if you wear that t-shirt.

    But I probably would have joined your gang ;-)

  3. When I was young I was in a sorta gang. We called ourselves the "Nutty Buddy Bunch" because we we get Nutty Buddy ice cream cones every day in the cafeteria. Looking back, there is no wonder why no one wanted to play with us.

  4. What's your gang called now?

  5. Anonymous1:28 PM

    When I was in the marching band in high school, we had a gang called the 150 Mob. You had to be over 150 pounds to be in the group!!!! Long live gangs (as long as they are non-violent)!