1st Grade
1st Grade
Hard to believe how short my bangs are in this picture. I
might have tried to cut them myself and then a hairdresser had to even them
out. I remember telling my Dad I had a loose tooth, and he tied a piece of string
around it and the other end around a door knob. Then slammed the door shut. I
screamed seeing the bloody stump of my tooth dangling at the end of the string.
My brothers and sister were like planets orbiting around me—or perhaps I was a
satellite circling my family. None of us seemed to fit together. A picture I
hold in my head is sitting in front of our console black and white TV, a
newspaper spread before me and my sister Nancy, eating popcorn before bed. I
remember one night the show was very boring. A man was taking numbers out of a capsule
inside a tumbler. I came to understand that if unlucky my older brother would
have to go away to a place called Vietnam.
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