No. 305

The rain was especially heavy that year. I remember, because our backyard turned into a swamp. To a child, the only thing better than a cardboard box is, of course, a swamp.

I was able to enjoy that mud for all of fifteen minutes.

Marcus Hamilton fell on me and I broke my arm. After the accident, I worried that I would have to spend the rest of the summer in the house, watching the other kids have fun outside without me.

But my mom bought me a telescope and, on the clear nights, I learned how to find the North Star.

You know, I never did send a thank-you card to Marcus.