We would put bandanas over our eyes and try to find each other in the back yard. We would direct each other into trees, smashing noses and scraping knees and maybe even get a lip or two bitten. Implicit trust is a dangerous thing to discover as a child. Learning to wield it, learning that wielding it is even an option, coupling it with a kid's inherent cruelty. We learned how to hate each other that summer. Then we learned that hurting and hating, it isn't such a big deal, not when you're good friends.
No comments:
Post a Comment