Tuesday, April 19, 2011
How She Imagined It - Jennifer Baljko
She slid down the hallway, her socks of the fashionable not matching variety providing little resistance against the hard wood floor. One sock pink and orange, the other blue and white. She twirled around in her lime green and cotton white frilly skirt, yanking down at the pockets of her gray sweatshirt sweater. She sang some off-beat song she invented, something how she imagined how lunch would be and how there would be chocolate later. She’s 8 years old. Few things of great importance matter, but at the same time, everything matters and all at once everything is very important. She spins around her heading with foreign ideas she’s picking up in a foreign country. Her thoughts flit between what she thinks she knows what’s real and what she’s learning could be a different reality. Her twinkle with possibility.