Every Tuesday in fourth grade, Mrs. Welxer's social studies class, I had a standing appointment. So, I left class early and felt so insecure as to why I had to leave. At the age of nine, I hopped on the 151, by myself to travel to the loop. My appointment was with a therapist. My mom would tell me, I should go now and I will not have to go later on in life...well, let's just say, I was not a fan of the activity. With no say in the matter, I would go. However, I never made it on time. Sometimes I could be up to thirty minutes late, so I only had twenty minutes which then was really only ten because I would have so many questions asked of me. Where would I spend my awol time? Marshall Fields. I would be so taken by the enormity of the floors. How the displays were set fascinated me. I would simply walk around like I knew where I was going. I never got stopped or asked if I was lost. Unfortunately I got caught by my mom. From then on, my grandmother had to pick me up from school to ensure I made it to my appointment early. Fourth grade was a very long year.
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