Lee's Account

Today's post is from the preface of Sleepaway School by Lee Stringer. An interesting counterpoint to yesterdays post.

Somewhere in there, not long after I had gotten my kid's legs under me and had begun to walk myself to and from, it was determined by those who are charged with knowing such things that I was what we today would call a "child at risk." It was an unsettling thing - seeing such concern etched upon so many grownup faces. And it had the rude effect of acquainting me, far, far too soon, with doubt. But they were right. We wee people were all at risk. Every mother's son of us. Even those of us with overflowing larders and soft, warm beds. Our young hearts like leaves in the wind, we all had to face down the inner turmoil of being, simply, children. We were all on shaky ground.

Dang. That's heavy. I've got shpilkes in my geneckteckessoink. Talk amongst yourselves.