Ten things that scared me, age seven.
Dads dress shoes.
The deep end.
The word eternal.
Aunt Tillie's cloak.
Beets.
Horses.
Whooppee John.
The attic.
Division.
My sister leaving me.
Three of these things still frighten me.
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
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