Cuba Monkey

Memoirs of a Kid

It all started with that backpack. That damn backpack. I remember walking through the H-building on my way to my studio art class. He walked in front of me and all I could see was that girly backpack on that boy’s back. I think it was Dora the Explorer or some other Disney figure. For a moment I thought about yelling out “I like your backpack” or something like that. And I know I should’ve. But it was one of my first days at this school and I don’t know…Looking back now, I would totally do it.