The Forgotten People of Our Past
Pieces and Remnants of Recollections
There are so many people that I think about.
People that are at the precipice of falling out of my mind.
There was this boy in my kindergarten class, and we were best friends. Like, BEST friends. And then one day he was gone. I don’t remember his name and his picture was never in the yearbook but I think he’s the one person I love with all my heart still. He’s never had the opportunity to disappoint me.
Or the girl I played with often when I was maybe six years old. I remember we had tea parties with all the plastic cups, plates, and frilly things, and we always had honey-flavored Golden Grahams. Man, I miss those tiny bears. It was so much fun to play make-believe together. One day, we never saw each other again. She vanished from my life, my playmate. I’d love to have a tea party again.
My third-grade teacher was stern but playful. I loved her dearly. She had this reward system called “Clicks”, which were small, square yellow Styrofoam tokens that we’d receive for doing something good or positive and that would get taken away if we misbehaved. There were prizes you could buy with your clicks. The biggest prize, the one that cost the most was to spend your lunch eating with the teacher. I did everything I could to earn that…
