Pigtailed girls slap hands in perfect timing. Slap slap slap.
“Hello operator, please give me number nine and if you disconnect me, I'll paddle your...”
Little hands, dirty fingernails, slap slap slap in quick-paced rhythm, a soundtrack to the playground cacophony. Slap slap slap.
“Behind the 'frigerator, there was a piece of glass. Miss Susie sat upon it and broke her little..”
Innocent voices know the naughty words by heart. Giggles syncopate between breaths. No mistakes are allowed,. Don’t mess up. Slap slap slap.
“Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies. The boys are in the bathroom pulling up their flies...”
Standing in the bright sun on the concrete, LA Gears on our feet, chalk outlines beneath us, wrinkly hypercolor T-shirts moving with our little bodies. Slap slap slap.
“Miss Susie and her boyfriend are kissing in the D-A-R-K-D-A-R-K-D-A-R-K. DARK, DARK, DARK. Dark is like a movie, a movie's like a show, a show is like a TV screen and that is all I know.”
Collapsing in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Glances at the proctor, Miss Haskins, to see if she heard. Success!
Pigtailed girls pull themselves up, pushing bangs out of eyes, sitting cross-legged across from each other. Hands in position.
“Okay. Ready? Go!”
“Miss Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell. Miss Susie went to Heaven, the steamboat went to...”
This was a post for the RemembeRED prompt: This week, as the school year is wrapping up and we're on the cusp of summer, we've decided to go easy on you. We want to know what, from your childhood, do you still know by heart? Is it a story? A jump-roping song? The number of rungs on the ladder to your treehouse? How much money you had to save to buy something you really wanted?