When I was around six, there was a school bazaar on a beautiful sunny day, and many kids were playing on the hill together, while parents circulated nearby. I was one of those kids: wearing my beloved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt, with a short home haircut. Suddenly, an adult grabbed and shook me, yelling at me for running off.
Only, I wasn’t her…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Better Worlds Theory to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.