I remember: reflections on writing

 

I remember Babycham and Snowballs.

I remember the sound of sleigh bells on the roof.

I remember Christmas mornings with more presents than I had hands to open.

I remember the Fisher Price phone you could drag along the floor.

I remember the baby doll cot with its drapes and blankets.

I remember tiny dolls in tiny houses.

I remember Tiny Tears.

I remember how Girl’s World’s disembodied head stalked my nightmares, chased me around the attic.

I remember looking away as Girl’s World was removed.

I remember when my sister got a saddle, but not a horse.

I remember how we put it on the back of the couch and rode all the way to a New Year.