When our house was being built on the north side of Goshen, they accidentally installed windows that were much larger than planned. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then a pair of gigantic, street-facing windows are the window to the community, and oh, the things I see through mine.
The teenagers always grab my attention longest, and not just because
they’re so loud. I see them with their hunched shoulders and their short
shorts. They often look surly. They might be trouble-makers or
smack-talkers. They refuse eye contact. My instinct is to maintain some
distance between us. Besides, there’s no way they’d want to be bothered
Sometimes I find myself wondering, what does it feel like to believe you’re not worth the simple trouble of hello?
I wouldn’t know.
My youth was spent in a one-light town, and that was only the
beginning of our deficits. We had a lone RC Cola pop machine, a tiny
library with a single shelf of worn teen romances, and zero choices in
our school cafeteria. We didn’t even have a football team.
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