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Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin

You know, I never got Kindergarten just right. Part time with a pediatric specialist who wrote that I showed echolalic speech and drew grotesque figures for a child my age. In rooms where they asked me questions, in great white rooms where I was an it, a hamster, rather than a child at play. The… Continue reading Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin