Teresa, the football star

Recently I mentioned my neighbor and childhood friend, Teresa (RIP). My very favorite story about her is when she tried out for football. She was mean as any boy in the neighborhood, and tough as nails! We used to play hard in our neighborhood, and she was always challenging boys. We dared her to try out for our football team. I guess she figured why not since she was already a cheerleader! SHE MADE THE TEAM!!! The coach begged her mother to sign the contract. Of course, she refused (as this was the late 60's in the deep south), but we were so proud of her! My mother loved the story too, she told all her friends.
Spending the night with Teresa was always an adventure. She had 2 older sisters, a younger brother, and a baby (oops! I'm pregnant?) sister. Her mother was so funny. We loved talking to  her. Her father was overseas in Iran (or was it Iraq?) working in the oil fields. He scared me a little but I think it was because he was never at home. Her momma drove an green Opal Cadet that she let us hang out the back (literally) when she drove us to the store. She cussed a little and we would laugh and laugh when she did. We could eat all we wanted up there and drink all the Cokes we wanted. It was a great place to be!