I ached to go to school.
I remember the first day of first grade. Little kids holding tight to their mama's hands, peeking out at each other through a sea of full skirts and pedal pushers. The crowd was so tight and the mom's so tall I don't remember seeing heads!
The next thing I remember is being deposited in a classroom while mama talked to the teacher. No one was there. Just me and a little bitty girl at the front of the room. As mama was wrapping things up with the teacher, my throat closed, my chest got tight. Just as I was about ready to cry the little girl started sobbing. I went right up to her and hugged her and told her not to worry that everything was going to be all right.
