Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Shame on me!
I had this really cute girlfriend in the third grade. Her name was Loyda. She was much taller than I, and she would occasionally spin me about as if she was going to toss me from the merry-go-round, which I believe she did once. It didn’t take much strength, as I weighed the equivalent of a damp twig. One day, we had a bit of a lover’s quarrel, and I headed home all up in my feelings.
Those feelings turned to thoughts of revenge, so I birthed a dastardly plot to steal her beloved Fritos f