Elaine lived next door.
She was a funny and personable girl but she had entered that ‘awkward’ stage.
All arms and legs.
We used to watch her leaving her house for school.
Invariably, everyday she dropped her books.
Not so much dropped them but somehow managed to scatter them across her driveway.
And then chase after them kicking them farther away at each attempt to retrieve them.
No sooner had she picked up her books and she would drop her purse spewing its contents everywhere!
She reminded us of a young fawn, all gangly and unsure on new legs.
Or like a comedy routine with no audience.
If she only had this stylin’ pink backpack she wouldn’t have had so much trouble!