P.S. 198

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A place to return, where memories are reserved for future events.

Submitted: February 19, 2016

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On the corner of Albany avenue and Farragut Road in Brooklyn stood a building. It was P. S. 198, the grammar school I once attended so many years ago. Across the street was a luncheonette which most of the students went to during their break. It was a Saturday afternoon when this all happened as I revisited this fond memory of growing up. The luncheonette was empty as I sat down on a stool in front of the counter. A bag of french fries was still on the menu as I ordered just that. He handed me a toothpick as I poked on the fries now soaked in ketchup. Maybe some things never change over the years gone by in almost lost memories. Darlene sat next me and we recognized each other right way as childhood sweethearts. The man behind the counter smiled as he filled up a paper bag with fries and added a toothpick. We heard a bell ring and knew our lunch hour was over. Two thirteen year olds left and went back to class. This time we stayed in touch and eventually got married after graduating college together. The wedding was held in a rented hall a block away from P. S. 198. The photo I remember the most, was of us holding a paper bag with fries and ketchup inside. Two toothpicks included in a journey from past to present in a love story from P. S. 198..........
 


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