Yes. Elementary school. Black and white group picture, grade 6-4 of P.S. 194, Mrs. Lewis, who taught us to think and have opinions and not take crap from anyone (she was a senior teacher, tenure secured).
I showed it to Rich.
He couldn't find me.
You've been with me for 35 years and you don't know who I am?
Which raises all sorts of thoughts, including the most basic, and the most difficult, and most comforting.
We change, physically. That's the easy part.
But I easily recognize the 11-year-old who knew that what she was learning -- even from a semi-iconoclast teacher -- could not explain the bewildering world.
She is getting closer. Maybe looking at her early years will remind her how far she has come -- and has to go.
Candace
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