I'm easy to spot because I am the only kid who's wearing eye glasses.
Suburban Chicago, December 1963. The teacher chose the prettiest girl to play the Blessed Virgin. She prays over the manger while I daydream, dressed in a dark jumper.
Suburban Chicago, December 1963. We sing for the visiting parents. I am just left of the tree, disengaged, looking out the window. I was a little misfit.
Suburban Chicago, December 1963. We dance around the room. I am just to the left of the teacher.
These were bumpy times for me, because I still spoke little English.
Suburban Chicago, December 1963. Finally! The teacher gives each child a gift.
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