Who are these others, then? Kinship of water lapping at bare feet, the sudden excess gone again, then holding. Gulls in the spray, beneath rain. There are not many of us today, but we gather to feed an infant future, swaddled in cloud and often asleep. That it may grow fat with dream and laugh back at the shapes of our faces before learning to crawl and be caught in these waiting, open arms.
I apparently was scared of the shape of my aunt Jenny’s face.
It’s funny how a lot of babies have that one sight that sets them off for reasons adults can’t figure. : ) I apparently found the street sweeper trucks to be terrifying.
I can imagine those big brushes under the truck were scary.
I was also terrified of this black haired troll doll that my uncle had. When I would visit, he would get the troll and shake it in front of my face.
He thought it was hilarious.
That sounds terrifying!