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It was in second grade, Mrs. French had the class line up to go to lunch. The school days seemed longer then, the feel pre-lunch was like a different day compared to after lunch. A problem one may have at 10 AM, a distant memory at 1PM. The lunch line and one's place in it also carried a stress. It wasn't that there was a shortage of food, or that we would receive, "good" or, "bad" seating at lunch, as much as it was simply about placement in the line. Everyone wanted to be first. Boys were more physical, posturing and pushing to get there. Girls were more scheming. They used friendships and pleasantries to get what what they wanted. Each class in my small-town school had no more than 20 kids, yet, in the tussle, there might as well have been 50. This was not a lengthy line where a position determined when you got your food, for we all went through the line from start to finish in a matter of five minutes. It was the walking down in the order we fought t...