Jimmy was nervous about being away from home, away from Mommy, away from Tony, and all alone. Somehow he knew that he would find no friends in the world of kindergarten. He did not, as in later years, frame this as a defect in himself. But rather, he saw the gathering world of school as a puzzle, constantly reassembling itself into newer, more complex paintings, and him being a piece that did not have knobs that fit in the indentations of the other pieces, though other pieces clearly had the ability to clip into him.
He wore hard shoes, like the Easter shoes, as well as shorts. His teeth were starting to buck and stab into his lips. The light shining outside the school hurt his watery eyes. His short sleeves exposed his freckles and he tried to cover his forearms with his hands whenever new people came around.