Field Tripping

“We’re often afraid of looking at our shadow because we want to avoid the shame or embarrassment that comes along with admitting mistakes.” – Marianne Williamson

Single file line, please.

That day we all stood outside of the greyhound bus with our name tags on. All I could think about was you begging me for money.

Back of the line Hair.          

I was never good at straight lines, I liked jagged lines better. I refused to stand directly behind Robin, I needed to see if you were there, where all the homeless people were sprinkled on the lawn across from the National Air and Space Museum. I was upset initially, but I later found that the back of the line was the best position; great view, more roomy, and easier to follow or not. I followed Robins jeepers; the ones with the zigzag lines on the soles.

Pay attention Hair.

Ms. Clark always picked on me. She refused to call me by my mother’s last name even after I told her my mom said it was ok.

Keep up Hair.

As the bus moved away from the curb my heart was pounding. There we were out in the open for all the see. I bit my nails, I had saved all ten of them knowing I would need them to keep me from biting the inside of my mouth. I followed Robin while singing, jeepers, creepers, where did you get those creepers.

Pay attention Hair.

‘We are going to fix him up real good’, this is what I wanted to remember about you, the remarks from family meant to make me feel better. The jeepers stopped and my face went into Robin’s hair.

Pay attention Hair!

I was afraid because the door was right there and just like in the movies, I thought you would come stumbling up at the last moment, begging me for my lunch money.

Line up for roll-call Hair.

With my last nail wedged in between my teeth, I ripped it off and all hope that things would get better turned into a puddle at my feet.