@mariannewest Freewrite: 3/2/18

The plaid pants I am thinking of were worn primarily in grade school by someone who I really liked and appreciated at the time. She and her family recently moved from another state, I believe it was Wisconsin it's amazing how I could such an important thing like that at the time and now I have dig very deep for the slightest recollections. She was very pretty, very kind, and easily the smartest person in the room. I suppose you could certainly call me a grade schooler enamored with her certainly in my part, or crush. No disrespect to the teacher, she was very knowledgeable, but the teacher being honest would likely have to think twice about who would do better in a class neither one of them had taken up to that point. She was very nice and I was lucky enough to sit next to her in our changing seating arrangement that was very dynamic, you know how that is during that time. This girl could out-wait a chess champion, she had the patience of a saint and the humility as well while I on the other hand had the attention span of a gnat more than likely during that time. Only after years of developing it very consciously did ever find the ability to focus on the task at hand. Unfortunately for me at that time she moved a few years later, which was a devastation at the time, one that I thought I never would get over and I never heard from anyone in the family at all again. It seemed traumatic at the time but I think about it now and the countless events that had happened in between a year at the age of ten is like an eternity and I laugh at how caught up in the moment you get directly related to your age in years.