A Vignette of Five

Ethelouise Carpenter.

He was five, and in kindergarten. The first time he was told his boots were on the wrong feet, he said, "No, there are mine." And the next time, "Well, it doesn't matter, I know where I'm going."

As the weeks went on, we learned that he had a copper spaniel dog, he slept in a four-holster bed, and he lived (in this University community) next to merry housing.

He had a hole in his boots that sucked up water, and he objected to walking to school on lumpy sidewalks. He had a new baby sister who leaked, and who had a bath when there wasn't any dirt on her.

In school, he complained about a child who was acting too deteriorating and one day he announced he had a mestressing accident.

At the workbench he ground wood and made Swiss cheese. He didn't like pineapple juice because it kinda bit him. He said he loved to eat celery - he could hear the noise inside his head. He couldn't play with guinea pigs because they were bad for his energies. He made a very mykannic thing of wood and wire, and touched dry cell wires to the globe to make the world turn.

He squeezed shoots of water from a plastic soap container, discovering he could do it to the rhythm of 'Yankee Doodle." He made a mouse trap and a suit of Knight armor. He bottled milkweed seeds so he could see them loose without losing them. He raced two worms across a board and blew noises out of mailing tubes. He like the smell of tukentine when he cleaned off animal paint. He took off his shoes because he liked the rug feeling through his socks. He wore a man-shirt and necktie which invariable wound up in the workbench vise.

His smack was loaded with paint, his zipper was halfway up, his long belt gathered in too-large corduroy pants. He was a loud-voiced, door-slamming laughter who cam to school early so he could get some things done before he got too busy. He wanted to go outside when it rained because that's where you see the best things.

He moved to another town that summer, and the next year he failed first grade. The school evidently was not ready for him.

If God had known what schools were going to be like, He would have made children different."

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