Few experiences in a child’s life are as daunting as the first day of a new school year. The summer I was 6, my mother and her new husband decided, against my advice, to move to a town 10 miles away.
At the time, we were living just up the hill from the best place on Earth, my grandparents’ house; a stone’s throw from the market where I bought treats; and a shortcut through the woods to the school where I finished first grade at the top of my class.
I had all I needed within walking distance. I saw no need to change it. But my mother said children should be seen, not heard. So we moved to a place surrounded by a cow pasture and a whole lot of lonely. [Read more…]