Currently Browsing: childhood
I once loved a lot of things that I now hate – here are just a few. (By that same token, of course, I now like coffee and Brussels sprouts, so don’t worry.)
When I was 8 years old, my friend was killed – along with her mother – by her father, who then took his own life. Here’s what I remember of that time – patchy and unreliable snippets of a tragic few months.