Ripshit Heart

My earliest memory is of sitting in my crib. It was yellow, and had a looping pattern on the headboard and the footboard carved into it that was painted white. The wallpaper in my room was vertical stipes of crisscrossed blue lines. It was peeling in places. I pretended it was the door to "Alice's House." I would trace the curlicues on the headboard with my finger, pretending it was the road to Alice's House. At night, cars would go past, their headlights making fleeting patterns on the walls and ceiling. The mobile on my crib was cool, because it looked like a real umbrella. The pink, blue, and yellow animals that hung from it were hollow printed cardboard, and I dented one by accident. I think it was the cat.

posted by Scooter B. @ 1/12/2004 11:16:00 AM