What does a young artist do when forced to got to school wearing a uniform?Hide a superball in her pocket of course!
I was restricted to grey and navy, but in my pocket I had a multi-colored secret. A tiny work of art. My superball.
The treasure would be revealed at recess, bouncing far above my head, lifting my gaze to its flying colors framed by sky. I flew with it. escaping nuns and plaid polyester.
I was free.