Childhood Memories four
I was in the first grade, in Mrs.
Lindstrom’s class
and every morning, probably
around ten-thirty, we would have
snack-time. And everyone would
get their snacks that their mommies
made for them, and we’d all
sit and eat. But me and Lori
Zlotow, we would take our math
books, hold them up like a tray,
throw a napkin over our arms,
put all of our snacks on our books,
and walk around the room
bartering for better snacks. “I’ll
give you this apple for your
candy bar.” We’d finish trading,
come back with a quarter of an
orange, an extra piece of gum.
We’d put the orange quarter in
our mouths, peel and all, and
act like monkeys. And laugh.