Once a month, during my sophomore year of high school, I would have to pick up my free lunch tickets. I would stand nervously at the table, waiting for the woman to find my name and cross it off the list for that month, praying she'd hurry and that no one would see me. Eventually she'd hand me the long strip of tickets and I'd quickly tuck them into my backpack.
I remember all I wanted back then was to have to wait in line with my friends every day, to just be able to buy them one at a time like they did.
This post was inspired by Pip from meet me at mike's. She will be posting a writing theme every week and is inviting everyone to join in. I first heard of this through Ali's post and immediately this memory of school lunches came to me. I wish I could go back and tell my 15 year old self not to worry so much about it. I'd tell her she might not believe me but some day most of her favorite things would be from garage sales & thrift stores. That some day she would jump at the chance for a free lunch. :)