In my childhood, I was a spy, a ribbon dancer, an athlete, full of rage. A top-secret spy awaiting activation. I’d dart unobserved across a freshly mowed lawn to crouch along a rock wall, bend under leafy arms toward a heady carpet of fallen crab apples to “tie my shoe.” Finding new routes to school or the park or friends’, I’d marvel at the spidering outward of these streets to more and more—all the while pulling wisps of conversation and plot from lilac-scented breeze to be secreted in the lined pages of my notebook.
YOUR TURN. Roles from Childhood Chapters
YOUR TURN. Roles from Childhood Chapters
YOUR TURN. Roles from Childhood Chapters
In my childhood, I was a spy, a ribbon dancer, an athlete, full of rage. A top-secret spy awaiting activation. I’d dart unobserved across a freshly mowed lawn to crouch along a rock wall, bend under leafy arms toward a heady carpet of fallen crab apples to “tie my shoe.” Finding new routes to school or the park or friends’, I’d marvel at the spidering outward of these streets to more and more—all the while pulling wisps of conversation and plot from lilac-scented breeze to be secreted in the lined pages of my notebook.