Christa
1991; University of Iowa; Volume: 21; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.17077/0021-065x.3977
ISSN2330-0361
Autores ResumoMY FIRST WORD was Coca-Cola, and there exists a snapshot of me at eighteen months, running in a park, hugging a full bottle.It seems I snatched this Coke from some neighboring picnickers.I used to believe that I could remember this moment ?the cold bottle against my stomach, my teetering, stomping trot, feelings of slyness and joy and excitement fizzing in me?but now I think I imagined all this at a later age, after having looked long and often at the picture.Here is something I do remember.Coming home from grade school for the lunch hour: It may have happened only once or it may have happened every day.Part of the way home took me through empty streets.I was alone and afraid.The noon whistle sounded, and as at a signal I began to run.The drumming of my feet and my own huffing breath became some one or something behind me.And I remember thinking that if I could just get home to my mother and her blue, blue eyes, everything would be all right.Here are some lines from Virginia Woolf: "there is nothing to take the place of childhood.A leaf of mint brings it back: or a cup with a blue ring."
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