Every morning across the street
from me a really fancy bus picks up a group of kids for some private school
somewhere and every morning the parents accompany them for the wait. When they
board the bus you would think from all of the emotional farewells that the kids
were being sent off for a modern-day Children’s Crusade or they are making Sophie's choice. I remember that on my first day of
kindergarten I wouldn’t allow my mother to walk the three blocks with me. “I got
this, mom,” I told her, or something to that effect, and I walked sans chaperon to school
with my best friend who would also be my classmate.
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