Three Little Words
"Where are you going?"
"It's a secret."
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"It's a secret."
"Can I come with you?"
"No, it's a secret"
Everything back then was a secret. I kept everything to myself, knowing that no one would understand or appreciate the fantastical world I built for myself every day. Alone, and lonely at a time when making friends was usually as simple as asking for the privilege on the playground, I turned my awkwardness into a keepsake that I protected fiercely.
I slipped away to the back of the playground, worn paperback novels in my hand, and joined Christmas dinners with Jo and Amy, I made the best of servitude with Sara Crewe, and helped Colin learn to run again in his garden.
"What do you do down in the back of the playground, weirdo?"
With a smile, I answered "It's a secret."
"It's a secret."
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"It's a secret."
"Can I come with you?"
"No, it's a secret"
Everything back then was a secret. I kept everything to myself, knowing that no one would understand or appreciate the fantastical world I built for myself every day. Alone, and lonely at a time when making friends was usually as simple as asking for the privilege on the playground, I turned my awkwardness into a keepsake that I protected fiercely.
I slipped away to the back of the playground, worn paperback novels in my hand, and joined Christmas dinners with Jo and Amy, I made the best of servitude with Sara Crewe, and helped Colin learn to run again in his garden.
"What do you do down in the back of the playground, weirdo?"
With a smile, I answered "It's a secret."