Running Away


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Faded Recollections

At the beginning of grade 7 ,in 1966, my class moved to another school, not that far away but a world apart from what we knew. The reputation was as a tough school with tough kids, ready to fight at a drop of a hat. Twenty five kids joining a new school gave us an awkward comfort. At least we knew each other and could rally together if we didn’t understand the rules de jour. I was sure from the first moment that one of the regular kids was waiting to pounce on one of us (me) with fists flying and feet kicking. Turned out that they were more curious and cautious than cranky and cruel. By mid-September, we were fitting in and I had a couple new east-side friends. We were all north end kids so we had that in common. Instead of twenty-five possible friends, there were now…

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