after montana, we moved to wake island.
dad worked for the gov't.
mom and dad met in the service. both navy, dad on the hospital ship recovering, mom his nurse.
memories of wake,
seagulls,
destroyed ankle during handlebar riding incident with older sister.
drunk guy (did not know he was a drunk at the time) barfing up franks and beans on the side of our road,
crush on babysitter, smoking ass hot as i remember.
washing tub.
wringer dryer.
walking out on the reef.
swimming in the lagoon.
fishing off dock.
porch.
walking to school.
happiness.
moved to indianapolis.
new.
sucked.
empty.
no friends.
school, no longer an adventure. right across the street.
meeting mom for lunch, no socializing with the other students at lunch.
2nd grade, liked teacher mrs fisher learned to read by phonics.
3rd grade, split 3rd / 4th grade class, paid attention to 4th grade information.
always in the shadow of my "perfect older sister, 14 months older", every teacher your michelle's brother, it will be great to have you in my class. little did they know, i would not be "great to have you in my class"
when i went to 4th grade, basically spending my 3rd grade learning 4th grade as well. things were changing, in our area because of gov't regulations and other things section 8 apartments were erected and the fun started.
i am not exactly an impressive physical specimen while in 4th grade i was at least a foot shorter than any other student, and weighed maybe 45 lbs.
ivory dale, cassandra jefferson. two names.
18 October 2008
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