Liberation.
Today a childhood story is coming to the surface
for me. Embarrassment and sillyness follow:
I sit in my elementary school principal's HOTSEAT
getting the 20 questions regarding a reported
kidnapping this day. "Sabrina" is my 8 year old best-friend,
blonde, cute and has been carried off
by some ruffian in a hotrod
from the church parking lot
directly behind the school.
Another witness regurgitates the same account
and we sit.
I don't know what happened after our false report,
but this memory came like today's winter storm;
fast, scary and uninvited.
How many years has it been since I thought of this?
Why would I ever have thought this could be harmless?
Did the principal report it to authorities?
Today it might be a different story.
Tell me your story and we'll both be liberated.
Thanks for the inspiration, Kati.