Today, I remembered with fondness the day that I was commanded to bring all my books home. I was in second grade. I remember the loud pounding in my heart when I found out that I had forgotten my religion book at home. O boy, o boy, am I gonna get it. Maybe Ms. Peterson will spank my hand even. Nope, Mom saved the day. She appeared out of no where with my book and no spankings followed. You are completely disorganized, was the diagnosis of my father. I want all books home everyday. Until when? Until, I say so. I did too. Enoch and Evy were deciding which books were right to carry to school on a half of day and I got a flashback.
4th Ave. all my books. socks around my feet and 89 stairs to get to the F train after a whole day of school. That is tired. Step 47, 48, I think I will try to pull my socks up and take a breather. Don't drop the books! Don't let them slip back down the stairs. {I do remember dropping them back a time or 2} builds character? I don't know, builds muscle, that I do know. Ding dong. Never mind let that one go there is no way that I am running for that train with all these books. Sometimes, I ran up the steps and definitely by step fortysomething I was winded and ready to faint. Just slow down, what are you rushing for the next train will come and you will get a seat. Anyway all my books in tow, was a recipe for knowing and memorizing all the books that were in my bag. Set, 2 hours each way on the train with no comrades but my books... Go figure. Ju didn't have such a plight. There is no way she would let them tell her how many books to bring home. Just me.
