Seventh grade. Standing on the front porch in my nightgown. The more things change, the more they stay the same. One difference is that in the seventh grade, I’m holding a glass of chocolate milk. Now it would be coffee.
Also, back then, I didn’t have to worry that some idiot might come along, take a photo of me, and put it on the Internet.
I mean, no idiot other than myself.
That is the way I remember you. With a glass of chocolate milk or a bowl of cocoa puffs!
I was cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!