January 2008
3 posts
The week I had asthma
And then there was the week I had asthma, the week when my lungs felt very small and I coughed violently and a doctor later told me I could have become very sick indeed if things had turned out differently. I must have been about 10 years old, maybe younger, and it probably started even before we left for Golden, B.C., a small mountain town three hours away where we would be camping for a week...
We can work (it) out
He’s about my age, about my height and weight, too, but everything is put together differently. He’s been at this for a while, obviously, and he knows what he’s doing. He looks up at this enormous black machine, which is actually named the Gravitron, and has a look on his face like he’s about to conquer it. A few feet away, I sit down at an oddly angled seat, and...
Everyday, music
When I was in the fourth grade, our music class performed Yellow Submarine by the Beatles. It was a welcomed break from the standard songs of grade-school music recitals, where Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree is about as exciting as things get. And I know our teacher, whose name escapes me, was quite proud — a young and hip source of inspiration, she no doubt thought, still capable...