My withdrawal to the back staircase during lunch hour had nothing to do with any sense of integrity or autonomy. It was a full body retreat. I just gave up trying to fit in with the kids who seemed to have figured out how to be human.
So I sat by myself and to this day I wondered what I was eating for lunch since I don't remember anyone at home making any more food during those days.
Not sure how it started but the cute violinist came across me one day and asked if he could join me. He too needed a break from attempting to fit into a scene completely foreign to him.
Soon after, the accordion player who was the only one in the school found us. I think the cute violinist had said something.
The 13 year old Prodigy sent to New York by himself, living in a walk-up railroad on the east side by himself, taking care of himself by himself, began to eat with us.
Then so did the pretty oboe player, who the Prodigy liked.
I had without realizing made some friends.
4 comments:
OMG for me it was the fat kid with the acne pizza face who was already a business man at 16 and the tall thin kid who looked like he could slide under the door with a note who was going to be a chartered accountant. We hung out at the bottome of the stairs outside the maintenance door. You know, in a lot of ways, I think I'm still hanging out there. Good Lord the memories you have stirred up.
what wonderful memories! Thank yoU!
Great story in few words. Nice, CO!
Funny how that happens, huh?
T.
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