Summer Going Into the Fifth Grade

Up on our old tar roof, Friday night, I watched football the high school was about a mile from my house. You could always hear it at night. I could see everything and nothing at the same time Score: 20-21, hurrahs, screams of young kids, and older kids. It was all a roar, a mixture of shouts and screams the stadium lights glowed like Hollywood lights and then my mind began to wander Hollywood California, zip code 90210 I always imagined I lived in California – the climate there was basically the same as Florida. California was where everyone on every television show had ever lived In the mind of a 10-year-old, anyway. it’s a fun way to pass time. Imagining places that could be home, when you’re an adult. I swat at my one-hundredth mosquito that moment More importantly it is where Justina Saurez did not live – a bully to my mind and soul I contemplated what kind of actress I would be if suddenly discovered A Marilyn? Or Lucille Ball? The stars stared down at me, unflinching – unbroken by the night As I wished to be Another touchdown I was on the verge of something big - I could feel it The stars were telling me “There is something hidden away only to be shown to you on a very special day” What was out there? That's what I wanted to know.