It's that Time of Year

We had moved to Valley Falls in the summer. So fall came. The first (and only) clue that I was starting school was that my mother was boiling something on the stove in a quite large pot. I asked her what it was and she said it was socks. She'd thrown all my socks, mismatched, well-worn whitish and once pink socks, into a pot of clorox-laced water in an attempt to get a pair of decent socks for me to wear the first day of school. I don't remember what else I wore that day, but I do recall I wore socks.