This year, in fourth grade, I changed schools
Though we still lived at the same location.
Long-closed in our town, with a reputation for ghouls,
Many decades old, the building underwent renovation.
Our new teacher looked just like TV’s Wonder Woman,
All the boys were moon-eyed and drooled,
Though for nine year-old males, that wasn’t uncommon,
To see them act like fools.
I was picked for a new advanced class.
Only my best friend and I were chosen, what fate!
One day we were given an all-day pass
To visit the governor of our state.
I have a photo somewhere as I’m standing by him.
What things I would say now, but back then I was much too prim.