Last April

Songs, facts, making fun of a girl’s name, fighting with a friend who would later become my enemy, insulting a person of a different race in self-defense, my last memory of Alex Lemons, a boy who got brain cancer and died when we were twelve, the “Pocahontas” incident at the talent show, not getting the lead role in the thanksgiving play, being forced into the last role, a nonspeaking part–but I was the second fastest girl in the fifth grade… I fell in love with a boy with an earring and bowl cut… Dr. smith even planted a garden.

In fourth grade we took a trip to the capital. I got to go because I was always  responsible, waking up to my alarm. Walking to and from Lincoln in almost any weather. I even joined the Young Leaders In Action. Everything was new, no two days seemed the same.

Eventually, my school grew older and was abandoned. This was long after I left. Although a new school was built I returned to that blood red building. Buyer after buyer refusing to revive the dying beast. Its windows boarded up, sedating its sad toothless smile. I peeked in still, usually with a camera trying to capture what being six was like.

One day the boards were ripped away and I could see the skeleton of a school peeling and warping. The art room walls were textured and like most of the others, appeared somewhat multicolored due to decade after decade of  repainting. I never knew my grandfather went to the same elementary school, how new things must have looked then. Old buildings are destroyed, unfortunately. They really could be turned into something useful.


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