Change
I don’t remember being sad about changing schools. I don’t recall being scared. My mom found us a little white house and we were moving there so I had to change schools (still an era with a grade school per neighborhood)
I remember looking at the house with my mom (she does not recall me seeing it before moving in and was surprised when i told her i remembered years ago)
I remember it had so much old lady stuff in it (large table and tea set) and that i thought the carpet was awesome (red tone, dark colors, diamonds and triangles in spread out patterns i’ll never be able to describe)
i remember my best friend chris coming over at some point. this was i think when my mom was like ‘um you should really just put your arm around your girlfriend’. i don’t think we’d say that these days. guess it depends on who you are. i wouldn’t say it to my kid if they were looking happy with their buddy.
I digress. My friendship with Chris didn’t last the move. We were still ‘friends’ but as kids those 8-9 blocks were oceans of distance and we grew apart. I can tell when we run in to each other or share the occasional word that we still have affection for each other 33 years on from my school switch. At least I like to think so.