I know I said I was trying to get away from all this, but...
This came home in the beloved take-home folder:
To recap: A shout out to Mom, an honest assessment of self, a very appropriate farting sentence, and a misspelled word to bring it all together.
It is from a test at school and we all understand that I should not be showing it here... get over it. (I was sayin' that to me mostly.)
He got a ninety on the test. He made up a word and then misspelled it on the other side:
"desinagrate" Well, Nick, it sure as damn hell looks like a word to me, too.
Why would I put this on this memoir I am crafting? You might ask, or not... and you probably wouldn't use the word "crafting," in fact, I doubt you are even wondering. I guess I am more than anyone. The truth is I do find it amusing - with just a hint of silly and a whisper of the absurd - but, more than that, I find these little bits of these boys so revealing. I know this boy, in a way I was this boy, am this boy. I was, and then I forgot. And, if you forget what was then, it really only barely happened, didn't it?
I want boys to remember being boys, and, I want to remember it as well, my boyhood, I mean - and them theirs... and you, yours.
I am sorry if it all seems a bit confused. You see, it is... I'm not sure whose childhood is whose. Thanks for coming around again, I am glad you did, and I hope you are , too.