I am ten and it is late October in Waterloo, Iowa and it is the last Halloween that I know I can officially go out and trick or treat. I am at that age—next year I will just be too old…
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I am ten and it is late October in Waterloo, Iowa and it is the last Halloween that I know I can officially go out and trick or treat. I am at that age—next year I will just be too old… In kindergarten, I always wondered who Richard Stands was because we always gave a little shout out to him in the Pledge of Allegiance. I am a confident driver. Out of my way—yield to me. That feeling you have, other driver? It’s you knowing in your core that I have the right of way… There are points in your life when you want things to be different and you feel like you don’t get much say in the matter. The all consuming desire for that which eludes you… I have a theory: Feeling like you’re going to lose is the same thing as losing. You may disagree. Obviously one happens in your head and one happens in actuality. There is some beauty in the blur as things are changing. That smeary moment of endings and beginnings—like runners exchanging a baton—there’s always a little overlap. I miss eating snow. I do not miss living in a cold, frozen clime—but I do miss taking a mittenful of snow and eating it—without caring if it was dirty. “Tell me what you want.” |
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