May
3
Story.
Last night as I was laying in bed, I racked my brain for memories of my childhood.
Rust colored towels over a basement window. A broken cookie jar. Dick & Jane books. A clawfoot tub that doubled as a sailboat.
It’s strange to think that those remnants were the beginning of my story…that I was once that little girl and my life as it is now is what ended up happening to her.
