Youngest in the class and weird. She inadvertently placed me near the classroom library and I read those books, early chapter books, constantly. A little below my level since I'd just finished "To Kill a Mockingbird"  the previous summer, but I'd have read Dick and Jane books to avoid her acerbic, boring, unloving presence before … Continue reading It was third grade. Cursive writing. Hullabaloo and go go boots. Little kid crushes. Mrs. Powers. →