There really was a polka dot suitcase.
I was in third grade, and I had the most wonderful teacher — Mrs. Jane Bull. She created a special desk for me, crammed full of writing prompts, where I could go if I finished my school work early. I’d pull out a prompt, start writing furiously…and then stuff it into my blue-and-white polka dot suitcase that I carried every day. To third grade. Like some Ramona Quimby wannabe or something.
But thanks to Mrs. Bull, I learned to take every possible opportunity to write, write, write. And stuff all those works of art into a giant suitcase.
So, thanks, Mrs. Bull. And to all the weird kids out there, doing your weird shit…keep on doing it. Because the world needs more polka dot suitcases.
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