The girl in the seat behind me

23 12 2010

She sat behind me in class. Grade six. She shared her lunch with me. Even though I went home at noon for lunch. She brought me books to read. Gave me gifts. She was a quiet girl. Did not speak much. Struggled to laugh. Outside of the classroom we never spoke. She wanted me to stay in at recess and talk. I found her to be a nuisance. I wanted to play ball. Not sit around and talk. One day she did not show up at school. I found out later that she’d gotten pregnant. This was the 1950s. No one had sex. Didn’t know a thing about sex. But there it was. I wonder sometimes if my imagination made her up. If there had been no girl in the seat behind me.



One response

24 12 2010

Beautiful description, thank you. Memory is powerful and tricky.

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