As I look back, some event, a fellow classmate, a neighbor who made an impact on you. A school story:
Until Marian Hansen moved across the street from me, I'd had no girl friends within a mile from my house. I spent summer days playing with a nice little neighbor boy three years younger. Meeting Marian felt like moving into the city from the Outback. What? We should shorten our hemlines before school? Hair styles? Write to movie stars for their autographs? Sit in Bothell's St. Vincent de Paul shop to read the young adult novels for nothing?
My long-widowed mom had to work as a seamstress in Seattle all the time to support us. Marian's mom, a homemaker, drove us to swim at Juanita Beach, playd cards with us in their backyard, took us weekly to the Bothell library, let us mix up pudding snacks and read books while lying on blankets in their plum orchard. We sat on the floor in her home's closets and told stories and played word games. Her younger brother played pingpong against me in their basement. My life and good times began that summer before sixth grade. Marian, her sister Suzi, and family embraced me, and life was great.