This is a detail from my 4th grade class picture. That’s me in the red dress. I’m in a sea of fair-haired, fair-skinned children. Even among the brunettes I’m the darkest. I used to think I was adopted, but now I’m thinking my mother had an affair. Everyone in my family has light features except for my mother and me. Okay, thinking back to their earliest friends … which guy had dark skin and hair? No one is jumping out at me.
And do I have the worst helmet haircut of all time or what??
I remember most of those kids. I can’t name them all, but I remember them. That boy to the right of me — of the kids in this detail, I vote him the most likely to succeed. I wonder what he’s doing now.