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It's A Wonderful World
By Shawn E., Weston, MA
I was sitting down in front of the T.V. watching the Boston Pops on PBS (Channel 2). The screen turned black and white as they went into another song. Louis Armstrong appeared on the screen with that famous hanky that he used when he sang "It's A Wonderful World," one of the best songs ever written. My grandfather and his brother stopped talking, and looked at the television, and my mom stopped reading: everyone focused on Louis Armstrong. The song ended and slowly conversation picked up between the two golden aged brothers and my mom went back to reading. She gently brushed her hand across her eyes, this triggered a bad memory that happened to turn out all right. Maybe it was one of the best things that ever happened to me ...
It was Friday, I was in kindergarten, and in the nurse's office. My memory is foggy, so the image is like looking into a funhouse mirror. You can tell what you're looking at, but it's all messed up. The nurse's office had white walls and two hospital cots. I remember vividly a Spiderman height chart, right out of a comic book. I guess I was sitting on one of the beds swinging my legs back and forth. I was wearing OshKosh overalls and a pea soup green and white striped shirt, and oversized sneakers. I remember my clothes feeling soft; they were washed over and over again, and smelled like detergent, probably for the same reason. I guess I decided to wait the day out, because the next thing I remember was walking down the kindergarten hallway. The smell of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches hung in the oxygen (the kind of stuff kindergarten air is made of). I pushed open the heavy door to see 30 laughing, playing and gluing kindergartners. I got a crayon and a piece of paper. I surged all my five-year-old strength into my fingers to make the lines dark and bold. The bell rang and to my surprise all the other children picked up their chairs, turned them upside down and put them up on their desks. "Gee whiz, the bell sure rang early today," I thought. So I got my Spiderman lunchbox and I went out the door faster than you can say, "That kindergartner went out the door."