Tag Archive: childhood memories

“I DON’T GET WHY ALL THIS STUFF HAS TO BE ILLEGAL”

“Humanity” – the condition or quality of being a human. When I was ten years old I was given a pet dog. This creature, this animal, this ball of fluff became one of… Continue reading

Lessons from Mary McDonough

I was five years old… My back four baby teeth weren’t coming out… My adult teeth were ready to come through… There was only one thing for it – rip them out! One… Continue reading