Remembering
I did that old-person-thing today, where you see a picture of a child on the first day of fourth grade and think, “wasn’t she just a baby?” And before Tevye could get to the chorus of Sunrise, Sunset , I also was in fourth grade. Mr. Perryman walked around with a yardstick that he tapped on the corner of your desk. He was too tall to bend down. That was the year I learned that for the rest of my life, I would be the one doing the serious part of group work while the others did the fun part, thanks to his assignment of Spindletop. And I am pretty sure we did a puppet show about a séance. In fourth grade. My sticker book got stolen, and I still remember To This Day Who Did It. But, I also shared in the sinning by reading the back of a book, dressing up in my lavender party frock, and putting on a show. I mean, “book report”. I got an A+, of course. I failed spelling, also of course. I fell in love with B...
