I've been having vivid dreams of my youth, and recently I went back in time to the day I found out my brother had stolen my precious collection of glass marbles to impress his friends at our primary school. I was two years older, so I had stored my collection in an ice cream container and packed it away in my wooden toy box. I only discovered my marbles were gone a few days before I left for Cape Town to study dance 8 years after they were stolen. My brother never admitted guilt or apologized. I was furious. I'm 48 and I'm still traumatized by the incident. It might have something to do with why I tend to hoard things.
Today's piece is titled, "Truth is a Hole I Often Fall Into."
I've been having vivid dreams of my youth, and recently I went back in time to the day I found out my brother had stolen my precious collection of glass marbles to impress his friends at our primary school. I was two years older, so I had stored my collection in an ice cream container and packed it away in my wooden toy box. I only discovered my marbles were gone a few days before I left for Cape Town to study dance 8 years after they were stolen. My brother never admitted guilt or apologized. I was furious. I'm 48 and I'm still traumatized by the incident. It might have something to do with why I tend to hoard things.
Today's piece is titled, "Truth is a Hole I Often Fall Into."