I am a swag sucker. I cannot resist ordering stuff–lots of stuff–with images of my books’ covers.
Now it’s time to share the wealth.
If you would be kind enough to share a back-to-school memory in the comments, that will serve as your entry. It can be a favorite memory, worst, most embarrassing–whatever works for you.
I’m not eligible. But I will share one, to get the ball rolling.
At P.S. 184 in Whitestone, Queens, when weather permitted, we lined up by class in the sprawling chain-link-fenced-in asphalt schoolyard. On one of the earliest days of first grade, I remember nearly bursting with pride when I saw that the upperclassman chosen to lead my class to our room was none other than my middle sister, Beth.
I felt, strongly, that I belonged at the front of that line, as close to her as I could be. But whenever our class moved from one location to another, we had to line up in size order. So the privilege of standing close to Beth went to the shortest boy and girl in our class. (All of you who have met me, just shut up. I wasn’t short until I stopped growing in fifth grade.)
I went from elated to near tears in about eight seconds.
Okay, here’s the loot: one buffalo tote bag, one buffalo notebook, and one signed buffalo book (of your choosing). Lots of buffalo. The contest will end on the last day of August, when a winner will be chosen at random.
Thanks for stopping by.