Invasion of Privacy
“Hurry up, Rita, or we’ll miss the show.”
Sammy was so excited this morning that he’d woken up at sunrise and was in his sister’s
room trying to get her up. They had a long walk into town and he wanted to get an early start.
“Sammy, the show isn’t until noon, we have all morning to get there,” Rita said as she
pulled the covers over her head.
“But there’ll be a lot to see before the show starts. C’mon, everyone’s going to be there. I
bet Ted will get there early.”
That woke her up. She’d been trying to get Ted’s attention since they started seventh grade.
“Well,” she said while getting out of bed, “I don’t care whether he’s there or not, but I guess
it won’t hurt to get there a little early.”
Sammy might have been two years younger than his thirteen-year-old sister, but he knew
how to get her to do what he wanted. Their father had told them last night that he would have to
leave before sunrise to work on the show, so they would have to walk into town. Their father was
a carpenter, and a fair amount of work was required for the show to be ready o n time.
After a quick breakfast, the kids headed out the door and began their two-hour walk into
town. It was going to be an amazing day. As they walked down the country lane, they could see
other families starting their day. Soon, other children joined them. They were too excited to wait
for their parents and were told to walk into town but to stay out of the way.
“My mother said that there hasn’t been a show in town since she was my age,” said a girl
about ten. “She said she still remembers every detail about that day.”
Rita looked around at the fields and watched the corn as it gently swayed in the breeze,
wanting to remember everything so that someday she would be able to tell her children. She
watched as her brother stopped to pick up rocks to throw at the crows sitting along the tops of the
fences and listened to the excited chatter of the group of kids as they walked into town.
“My father said that they’ll let us kids get right in front, so that we’re sure to see
everything,” Sammy said as he just missed hitting a crow.
When they finally arrived in town, they were met with a carnival- like atmosphere. Children
were running around chasing each other while their parents stood in groups, talking to neighbors
they hadn’t seen in weeks. Rita spotted Ted with a group of boys watching her father and the
other men as they finished building the stage. She walked over near the group of boys and said hi
to her father, who smiled and waved back.
“Hi, Rita,” Ted said as the other boys poked him and snickered.
“Oh, hi, Ted. I didn’t see you standing there.”
“Are you excited about the show?” he asked as he walked over and stood next to her.
Excited about what show? she thought, as the excitement of having him stand so near made
her dizzy. “Sure,” she said, regaining her composure, “It should be a lot of fun.”
Rita and Ted ended up spending the rest of the morning together, talking and walking
around watching the „kids’ play. The day seemed magical to her; she didn’t want it to end.
Eventually it was time for the show to start, and as they found their way to the front of the
stage, Rita was delighted when Ted held her hand. She looked around at the crowd of smiling,
excited faces, concentrating on every detail to commit it to memory; she didn’t want to forget