Ninth Grade
Long fingers drumming
eyes darting, a beep of a horn
the screen door slams. I remember
your first day, the smile of relief
talking with your friends. Juggling classes,
and social mazes. Homecoming dance,
Curling club, Driver's Ed. First report
card, smiles and satisfaction.
Freshman year gone in a flash.
No longer the underdog.
smiles. it sure is nice to get that first year under your belt. congrats on making it through. nice 55.
ReplyDeletemine 55 is up!
Going back a bit aren't you?
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Excellent 55 DBG..
I love nostalgic stories..
Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass week-End...Galen
confident 55,
ReplyDeletekeep it up,
Happy Friday!
time to move on...oh the memories!
ReplyDeletegreat 55!
Nice story--and I thought you were a sophomore!
ReplyDeleteFreshman year is scary. This sounds like it went successfully.
ReplyDeleteI remembered those times, almost like yesterday.
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