TITLE: Cooper Watson and the Day that Almost Wasn't
If you didn’t know him, you might describe Cooper as small. He lived in a small town, attended a small school, and he was quite a bit small for his age.
But Cooper’s friends would never call him small because he had big ideas, big plans, and got big results. Eventually.
As Coop’s best friend, I played a part in that success. Or at least I liked to think I did.
“Groups of three, groups of three,” Mrs. Andrews called over the hubbub of our fourth grade classroom.
Kids clustered in groups of four, five, and even a few pairs. No one had yet to manage a group of three. The prissy headband girls looked like they might cry. How could the four of them ever split up?
“Okay, freeze,” Mrs. Andrews said and turned off the light.
We all froze in our places. Coop and I sat together at a table with three of our friends.
“Each group must have at least one boy and at least one girl, and if you don’t have your groups decided in two minutes, I will decide them for you.” She looked at her watch. “Starting....now,” she said.
When Mrs. Andrews flicked on the light, the class sprung back to life.