When I was in the fifth grade, those were the days of peace. All night I would dream of being able to fly, just like Superman.
Ok but this time watch very closely.
Uncle Frank show me a magic trick! Please?
But everything changed when I first watched a film about the horrible things the Japanese soldiers did to their prisoners. I started dreaming about the yellow men and the prison camp/
Ew! I can't watch this!
She pushed you !
WHO DID THAT!
At the time, Uncle Frank was living with us, waiting to be drafted. Uncle Frank was my Superman, my hero.
Then while playing tag, Paula Brown tripped and ruined her brand new snowsuit. The other kids blamed me, the scapegoat.
When I told Mum and Uncle, they said they believed me but I know they didn't. When they left the room I could feel the dark shadowing creeping up the underside of the world like a flood tide. And we had to buy Paula Brown a new snowsuit.
Looking back 13 years ago, I realize that year was when the war began, and the real world, and the difference. When my reality came tumbling down.