When I was a kid
Yellow caragana bushes framed the yard
that held the teacherage and the old horse barn and the school with
it's side full of tall windows. And there was the ball field and the
skating rink that had been dug into the back of the yard. It wasn't
a big school, just one room and a little library with a sand table
and ten or twenty old books that no one ever looked at, and a
cupboard with plasticine to play with when you had nothing else to
do.
We had like twelve kids in eight grades
so you were a trifle independent cause the teacher was usually with
someone else. The most important periods were recess and lunchtime
when you'd hurry outside. In winter we'd all sit on the steps inside
and tie up our skates and head for the rink even if the bell rang in
five minutes it was still fun. Spring and fall were more relaxed and
we'd wander around or play ball or do whatever kids do.
If the weather was ok we'd walk or ride
our bikes to school. I had a mile and a half to go and we'd usually
meet other kids on the way. One big guy would ride his horse
sometimes and leave us all in the dust. One time a big kid hung my
bike on a fence halfway home and I had to walk. I think my dad had a
talk with him cause it never happened again. The kid was actually a
nice guy.
I remember one day a salesman drove
into the yard and went into the horse barn and smashed some bottles
or something and I was like really scared but he drove away and I
think it's just a lie I made up anyhow.
In the evenings I was always happy to
be home with my old cloths on and outside free to do whatever and
have a good supper and watch dad milk the cows and tell me stories.
Then they built the new school with the
long hallways and a hundred classrooms and a huge gym and you had to
ride a school bus for an hour to get there. That's when my life
ended.
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