I am trance-like.
I know in my heart that the first post will not make-or-break the entirety of it's existence.....but I am sure that it will set the tone. Regardless of how my typing voice changes, besides how my metaphors become re-humanized, outside of the comedic effect of the situations at hand....
I remain trance-like.
Knowing.
1-2-3
Ready:
How old was I in 1st grade? Maybe 6, 7, or 5? I don't recall. What I do remember is Mrs. Nickerbocker. She was the teacher in the class next door. She wasn't my teacher, but I had to interact with her during recess and once a month when the two classes would get together to watch a movie. Weird in retrospect that the school system advocated movies as a reward once handful of weeks (where now it is a typical afterschool activity on many different channels....though not like we had many back then...and we now )
