Yesterday, as I was sweeping out our garage a marble rolled across the floor, and immediately I was back in Highland Elementary playing marbles. My favorite game was dropsies, where you dropped a marble from belt level into a hole in the top of a shoebox, hoping to win another marble. The Hawkins lived across from the school, and Mrs. Hawkins always carried a small monkey on her shoulders. Behind the school was a baseball field, Nelson Drive, one row of houses, and open fields that at some point lead to more neighborhoods, and the Winn Dixie where I had my first job requiring a social security card. Time being me, images of past moments and reflections, as a marble slowly rolls across the garage floor.
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