August 30, 2022:
Some days, straight to school. Other days, over to the miniature golf course to spend lunch money on pinball. Colorful, mechanical tables, lively, noisy: big round silver ball. Worth going hungry for.
It's all gone now. The school is gone, the miniature golf is gone. If it still existed I'd go there to play, honoring a tradition of brief but happy escape.
I was so, so, so unhappy there.