Going To School

Going to School My school days was not a happy one, although history and writing was interesting I wrote that my father had a herd of camels in Morocco, but math eluded me. Something like, a baker who has two eggs and flour how many cakes does he make? Who the hell is am I supposed to know. The after school was more interesting I biked around pretending to be an explorer and played detective with scant success. When not doing that the local library was my plank from the triteness every day of poverty. They knew me well at the library I can still smell the books and the world they brought me. Alas, the one I used has been closed down the politicians of today always save money for the wrong thing.