Memoirous

I had coffee with a friend who is kindly reading over a nonfiction manuscript I’m trying to peddle to editors. We talked about memories and how those are woven into the narrative. She asked: Did you really think like this as a kid. The answer is yes. See last post on Fads I was a slow boil, still waters run deep kind of kid. Yet, I was never AP material, though I remember one high school teacher’s amazement of how quickly I untangled and gave the straight forward translation to various parables in a book we were reading. This story is about . . . She just let me go on and on since no one else was contributing to the discussion. But mostly I sat overwhelmed in class. I totally overthought everything. Except math/algebra. I had no idea whatsoever. I remember going to see the movie Rocky and trying to discuss it with some kids in my class. I knew it was schlocky even then, but I also knew it was inspiring. No one was supposed to make it to the top (of the steps). Not the girlfriend...