164 The Meadow And the way I am now may or may not be my fault! Then I’ll show her my Childhood, right there in the egg, and I won’t even know how weird I am as I write her a check. Last night we came at my Childhood from an angle. I thought we could cross right through the playground of my grade school, but you couldn’t do that without climbing a fence, something I’d never done as a child so I didn’t feel I could do as a woman because Simone said I was cooked. We had to go through the alley. By the time we were getting close to my house, my friends were distracted and chatting about the Present, and I had to bring them back to Childhood with a touch of sternness. I showed them Cush’s house on the corner, and told them her son had a go-kart and always flipped me off, and the Andersons kept their dog outside all the time on a chain. When we got to my house, I said, Well, this is it! like people say in movies when their date is dropping them off, and then there’s that moment when you wonder if they’re going to kiss. I wasn’t thinking that my friends were going to kiss me, exactly, but it did feel like something might happen. The moon was not pink, but it was large and full and looked like a picture. It’s called a Pink Moon because of spring, because of pink phlox which covers the rocks in the gardens we walk by, it’s called Pink Moon not for what it looks like but for the time when it appears. Yes, timing is everything. For example, this place didn’t look like much back then, but now I watch it every night.
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