October 1988-October 1989
In third grade, I caught up to my reading level, so I skipped fourth grade. By this point, I had seen my mom around her family enough and spoken to her enough that I had gradually let go of the whole kidnapper thing. I’d occasionally wake up from a nap in a panic but other than that, life was settling down. In third grade, I’d tried to have friends but that hadn’t worked out, so when I got to start over by moving into a fifth grade class, I decided to keep my head down and try to be invisible.
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