This is the first in a series of stories based on memories of growing up in the 60’s. Each story is 101 words or less.
I wonder
I wonder what stuff in my memory is more story than fact. Like Johnny from Sunday school, who swallowed his gum and choked to death.
It happened at the grocery store. In my memory, he was wearing a navy blue suit with short pants, because that’s what he wore to church. I was always glad I never had to wear short suits. He was with his grandparents, so his parents didn’t see him go.
I think we would have gone to the same school. We might have been in class together, maybe even sat next to each other, but we didn’t.
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