Ender has happened upon an unlikely friendship with a little girl, whose older sister takes piano lessons from Miss Izzy, next door to his Nana's.....random, but definitely a kid thing.
I remember summers in Oklahoma, visiting grandmother
"can your granddaughter come out to play, mrs buckner?"
I'd shyly peek around the corner and see little faces with their noses pressed to the screen. Sometimes, I would dare to go, if the boys didn't seem too ornery.
When I would stay with Grandma Bobbye in Guthrie, the nostalgic town of my childhood, my imagination would be bursting at the seams to get out and pretend I was back in the 50s and had all day to play kick the can and tell ghost stories. I would track down any kid I could find to try and weave them into my American fairytale.
One time, I was forced to go to a drive in with one of my grandma's daycare clients older son (and a group of other kids too) My gut told me this boy was icky like chewed up bubble gross. Turns out he tried to put the moves on me! Little o'l tomboy me. I was sorely disappointed. This kid was not old fashion friend material.
I often stared up at a two story house across the street from grandma's house. I heard rumors a mentally challenged boy lived in the top story bedroom overlooking the street. I tried to get his attention by communicating telepathically or make it look like I was having a ball playing to try and coax him down. Turns out I never the met the boy. I don't even know if he exists.
Ha, with this weird brain as a child, I am so glad I grew up in a bustling city with lots after school activities.
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