The Day I Flew The Paper Airplane

It WAS THE WINTER OF 1967, AND I WAS IN SEVENTH GRADE. WE HAD MOVED TO WASHINGTON AFTER BOGOTÁ, AND WERE NOW LIVING IN A SUBURBAN MARYLAND NEIGHBORHOOD NEAR TO WHICH WE'D PLAYED AFTER KENNEDY WAS SHOT. Now here we were in America, where the television news featured a person called a weatherman who told…

LEARNING TO SWIM

IT WAS THE SUMMER BETWEEN SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADE. I HAD A YEAR OF LIVING IN SUBURBAN AMERICA UNDER MY BELT AND A WHOLE LOT OF LEARNING AHEAD OF ME. I COULD NOT HAVE IMAGINED THAT I’D END UP IN SOUTH FLORIDA AND THAT WATER WOULD SAVE MY LIFE. This summer, we wouldn’t be going…