I’m in fourth grade. We’re walking back to the classroom from lunch. I’m at the front of the line, following Mr. Powell This school was designed with outdoor hallways, so here we are in one. Mr. Powell has his hand up in Quiet Coyote and is walking backwards as we approach our building door.
He turns around, reaches for his keys but says, “Damn!” He forgot them. It was the first time I heard a teacher swear. What a novelty that was!
It’s fun how I remember that. I forget how much life I’ve lived until I think back on these memories. Another memory that I’ve uncovered, as I thought about my teacher, is that I discovered my love for creative writing that schoolyear. I LOVE WRITING! I will write forever. Even horrendously, I will write forever.
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