A Legacy Project

Recall a specific incident involving sickness. You were sick, or a friend or a family member was sick. This episode sticks in your memory for some reason. Write it down.

Example:
I threw up on June Fritz’s couch. I was in kindergarten. My mother taught school, my dad worked. I was in the half-day program at school. So there was a half day my parents needed day care.

Fritzes lived right next to the school.  The school entrance was in their backyard. And Ronnie, June and Ted’s son, was one of my pals. We sat at the same table in Mrs. Fraser’s class. I clearly remember an activity–more on activities in another post–that must have been an art project. We all had our little box of crayons. Only Ronnie’s were not the standard size. His were bigger, longer, thicker. Before the project started, a few of us were enjoying breaking our crayons into two pieces. Why I don’t know.  June Mathie, for example (who when we all lay down to take a nap on our rugs one day, peed on the floor. This puddle next to her growing and growing) she was breaking her crayons that day, or maybe they were already broken. Ronnie pulled one of his crayons out of its big box.

“My crayons don’t break,” he said. He held it up and–boink–snapped in two.

Maybe that was the day I went home with him. I told his mom I didn’t feel good. I was lying on their couch and out it came. I threw up all over it. (Years later our son David had a friend over who got sick and threw up on our couch. It happened twice, two different friends.)

I felt terrible. June cleaned it up, she cleaned me up, and I guess I got through the rest of the day without another incident.