My dress and tights were blue. My shoes were black and flat. My hair had been straightened. We stood on the stage in the auditorium. The curtain behind us was red. I was through with elementary school. We only had to stay until graduation was over. Afterwards, I went home with my best friend. The boy who lived around the corner from her was there too. He was a nice boy, rather short in 6th grade. I don’t remember his name or ever seeing him after that. Probably because I was double promoted right past all of my classmates and friends and into the confusion of kids who’d been in Junior high six months already. And then we moved to another district. But that day after graduation, was perfect. Detroit winter cold, snow piled on both sides of the shoveled sidewalks and smooth all over Deidre’s unshoveled backyard. We threw snow balls and laughed all afternoon. One hit me in the face, the boy I can’t remember wiped it gently off.