An old post. I think it’s a good one to reread or read for the first time.
The story below has been posted on this blog several times. It is the story about a little girl who was in second grade on November 23, 1963, a day that changed our country and, arguably, the world. I wrote this story many years after that day but I chose to write it through the eyes of that little second grade girl who, like our country, lost a little bit of innocence on that day.
Second Grade Thanksgiving
After eating lunch, I went to wait outside the classroom door with Lydia and Denise, my best friends. Our teacher, Mrs. Baumann, let us into the classroom every day after she finished her lunch. We helped her correct papers and get things ready for the rest of the day.
We had been waiting for a long time. She never took this long. It was getting cold. We got tired of waiting so…
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