“Bits ‘n Pieces of Me: Memoirs to retain identity in the face of growing dementia” — unpublished page Part 2a:
Was he going to hit me?
I had never been hit by anyone in my life, and wondered
how I would deal with it if he did.
Would I cry and abandon my friend?
Again he snarled, “Whitney-lover!”
He moved closer and I may have shut my eyes
because I fully expected a blow.
Instead he shoved me off-balance and I fell in the dirt of the playground.
I got to my feet, brushed off my dress,
and moved to again stand beside my neighbor
whose surname was regularly considered a derogatory term
in our elementary school
When I think back on his response,
it seems like there was admiration on his face.
I don’t remember anything more happening,
so he must have walked away.
(Written by Truthful L. Kindness on 2013-07/03 regarding 1966 Spring.
Illustration by daughter Charlene.)
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