Trudi Trueit: The View From the Front Row

I had no clue.
What I felt, honestly, was overlooked. Lost. A little bit empty.
I have many wonderful memories of elementary school, yet it's the ones that stung that seem to be the most vivid (why is that?). I remember the embarrassment of being picked last for softball, dodge ball, or anything 'ball' related. I remember trying to hide a few extra pounds under bulky sweaters. I remember being teased about my height and hair and glasses. Due to my near-sightedness, I had to sit in the front row, which meant somebody had to swap seats with me, which meant I was officially 'Teacher's Pet.'

I started writing as a child and I have never stopped. I've worked as a television news reporter and freelance writer, telling other people's stories. Now I tell my own. I tell them because I know firsthand that words have the power to lift a soul and change a life. I tell them because every ten year-old needs to know that everyone who is, or ever was, ten feels overlooked, lost, and a little bit empty. I tell them because it fills my heart in a way nothing else can, or ever could.
Happy Earth Day, everyone!
I think being a middle grader is an awkward magical time where you find your independence. Jr High was such a weird but fun time of my life.
ReplyDeleteSo true! Magical is a good word for it. Some of the magic is wonderful and some is scary! I think, somehow, it all evens out.
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