It was Valentine's Day, 1980. I was in Ms. Swickle’s fourth grade class at P.S. Six in Woodmere. It was the same year Carole Brussel cried when Mark Golden egged Swickle on for more homework. She said she couldn’t handle “the pressure.” Jesus. We were in fourth grade.
My mother used to send me off to school with healthy snacks in my lunch -- sometimes carrot or celery sticks, sometimes sliced cucumbers or bell peppers. But my favorite -- my absolute favorite - was English peas in the pod. It was those damn peas that got me into hot water.
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