This is so poignant and since you are such an excellent writer, I really feel the confusion and anxiety you experienced then as a child. I’m glad you leave popsicle sticks wherever you want.
This filled me with rage. Who puts all that on a little kid?!? I sometimes am glad I don’t have a better memory for things from my childhood, wonder if I have stories like this but just forget them…
I’m sure lots of grownups said inappropriate stuff to you like this. It was so Seventies. You just might not have had any investment in what those grownups thought about you.
This is so poignant and since you are such an excellent writer, I really feel the confusion and anxiety you experienced then as a child. I’m glad you leave popsicle sticks wherever you want.
Ha! It’s my greatest joy.
This filled me with rage. Who puts all that on a little kid?!? I sometimes am glad I don’t have a better memory for things from my childhood, wonder if I have stories like this but just forget them…
I’m sure lots of grownups said inappropriate stuff to you like this. It was so Seventies. You just might not have had any investment in what those grownups thought about you.
That is an INSANE thing to say. Good god.