July 6, 2011
I remember the pool party at Mrs. Gibsonís in shadowy outline, but I know the memories are real. At the end of the school year, she invited her fourth-grade class to her house for a pool party, a final goodbye. I think it was the only pool party I ever attended. I was happy to go, but uncomfortable when I got there. The other kids splashed, ran around and played as kids do, but I didnít quite know how to interact with a large group. I remember eating a brownie, watching the chaos poolside and not knowing what to do.