That Spring my parents divorced. 4th grade sucked. My mother enrolled me at Centering School, a private, alternative, ‘hippie’ school for 5th grade. I really liked Centering School. I walked the length of 11th street, from my house on the edge of the hill as A Street down to the school, which that first year was in the Methodist Church (that it rented) near Q Street. I staged mock ‘superhero battles’ with my friend Steven during recess.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 1975 – it was written in the future.]
