I Wouldn’t Want to Be an Earthworm

And other memories of walking to school

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Walking me to school in the early grades became a chore I’m unsure my brother appreciated. As the older sibling, my parents taxed him with the responsibility of getting us to school safely, dropping me off in the playground, and then heading to his class. When I entered the fourth grade, J. had moved on to Junior High, and it was my turn…