Baseball season over, there was a madness in the air as we approached the end of our junior high school years. We were ninth graders, the top of the food chain for only a few more months. We were fifteen, the most awkward age with feet too big and limbs too long, horribly beautiful distortions of what we would become. Some of the girls were already riding home in cars with boys from the high school. We looked forward, we looked back. Some were already growing maudlin.
But I had my own problems to contend with and they weren't being covered by the yearbook staff.
love the picture...you do know how to spin a tale!
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ReplyDeleteI went hunting for a series of poems I wrote based on the word Further
ReplyDeleteincluding something about the Merry Pranksters. Can't find it. Ah well. Spared you are.
What is that adorable building? Cinderalla's carriage without its wheels? Magical.
I was already in high school in 9th grade and only 14. Next year they are moving the 8th graders to the high school here due to budget problems... they are promising to make an 8th/9th Academy and keep them separate from the BIG KIDS.
Happy Friday C.S.
Happy Friday 13, y'all. I'm going to duck and cover.
ReplyDeleteOh, the building is an old citrus stand of the sort that was prevalent in the 1950s and 60s around here. Gone now the way of the motel and the shuffle board court. They make up, however, the map of my memory.
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