first grade

In first grade I was angry at my brother so I stabbed him in the face with a fork.

He had four bleeding dots impressed in his cranium to pay for his tormenting.

We had to go to Revco to get bandaids.

My mom made us wait in the blue wood paneled grand voyager because she didn’t want other customers and employees to think she had done this.

I thought that Revco was owned by a Mrs. Repko who was a 1^st grade teacher at my brother’s and my elementary school.

We never had her, but I would look at her picture in the yearbook and think how glamorous it would be to own the drug store on Pearl Rd. across from the Blockbuster.