Monday, November 19, 2007

x365: 39 of 365: katrina van b.

My relationship with you lasted fifteen minutes, and not only did we not touch each other, we didn't even look at each other. Instead we sat on the monkey bars all recess, watching the rest of the class run around a distant part of the playground. We talked about whatever eight year olds talk about: whatever boys and girls talk about when the real subject is attraction. Our words seemed as distant as the children we were watching. Then the bell rang, and we jumped down. You ended up dating Brian.


motherbumper said...

Ever notice how those are the relationships that end up sticking in those dusty brain corners. Mine is named Snowy and he still won't leave.

You can call me, 'Sir' said...

And Brian ended up being an abusive alcoholic artist who smoked clove cigarettes (rare for 8-year olds, but not unheard of). Oh, could've saved her so much pain.

Speaking of pain, how's the spine?