kimitalia

One day, when I was in Kindergarten, the teacher told the students to sit down and put their heads on their desks. I know now that she wanted the students who were supposed to go to the bus lines in the cafeteria to do so, and the others had to wait, as they always did, for the final bell. I started to daydream. The other students were all gone by the time I realized I was alone in the classroom. I sat up, looked around at the empty classroom, and wondered what had happened. Sometime later, when the teacher returned, she looked at me, surprised, and said "Kim, why are you still here?" I started crying. I thought I was in trouble. I had misse

I once believed that, if I wanted it badly enough, I could fly. I had read, at the impressionable age of six or seven, that "with faith all things are possible", and I believed it. In my naïveté, I reckoned it applied to such wishes. I can remember sitting on the hood of our car, looking out across the hills to the sliver of the Ohio river and the Armco steel plant alongside it, and being so desperately jealous of the birds on the power lines over my head that my stomach cramped. "I've just gotta believe," I thought. "I've just gotta want it enough." I thought I did. I thought I wanted this one thing more than anything else I would