sandbed

The next three or four years seems all jumbled up to me. School was still a place I didn't like for sure. I would stay out every chance I got too. There was a boy that lived down on Selma St. His name was Gary Cain and was in my room at school. He lived in the house that Johnny Mack Brown lived in. We played a lot together. Hodges was a little bit older than me and we hadn't got to know each other. Me and Gloria Jean still played a lot. She had a bicycle (a girls) and I tried to learn to ride it. One day after I had been riding for a while I put a pencil in the handle bar for some reason. So I was coming down the street in front of our house. There was a sand bed in front of our house and I hit it and fell and the pencil lead stuck in my chest. For years I thought the lead was still there and I would show it to everyone, but found out it was just the mark of the pencil and not the lead.