When I Was Eight

When I Was Eight — page 3
But I did not know how to read the outsiders books It was not enough to hear them from my older sister Rosie I longed to read them for myself Although I begged like a hungry dog after scraps Father would not let me go to the outsiders school like Rosie He knew things about the school that I did not But my name is Olemaun that’s OO-lee-maun the stubborn stone that sharpens the half-moon ulu knife used by our women