Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Some Call It Magic
My sister told me at home that night. The next day I went to school and saw a guy sitting on the roof of the walkway into the school. It was a small school. About 300 kids, that's all. You knew each other's thing. His thing was The Beatles, especially John Lennon.
He was in mourning.
I wasn't fond of this guy because he'd given me a degrading nickname about a year before. I still remember it, it was that ugly.
But on that day, when I looked up and our eyes met, his glittering behind his glasses, we nodded to each other.
In that moment, the world felt a little different.
Where were you?