when_you_were_a_little_girl cr0wl you cut your finger on a piece of broken glass that was sticking in the gravelly soil like a splinter in the finger of god and when it entered your thumb and pierced your skin, i heard your gasp of pain. i saw your brow furrow like it did when you were a little girl. we cleaned it with makal's paper towels and i applied a salve. the wound bled and then stopped because you're such a healthy, hard-working girl. 080828 ... unhinged purple was my favorite color; my mother painted my room a shade of lilac purple, somewhere in the middle of all the paint swathe/sample sticks she got from the paint store. it was somewhat of a fiasco because i had weirdly textured walls in my upstairs bedroom. i vaguely remember the purple room being a reward for having to move upstairs all by myself after my brother was born and i got kicked out of the bedroom downstairs. i was afraid of the dark. going upstairs at night, i saw the top of the staircase as a big gaping maw in the darkness. there was a light switch at the bottom and the top of the stairs. i would turn the light on to go up the stairs. my father prodded me 'just get to bed' because sometimes i would get sucked into all the family photos hung on the staircase wall. i was in love with unicorns. many statues and music boxes, a collection. my favorite movie was the last unicorn which i would always beg my mother to rent from the video store so they finally made a bootleg copy when we had two vcrs for awhile. i forced my uncle to watch it four times in one day when i had to go to my grandparents' when my brother was born. i liked my little ponies better than barbies. i loved seafood even as a child. my mother would take me for clam chowder whenever we went to marc's. or when i got older, my grandmother would take me to red lobster for scampi if i got a good report card. i drove my parents crazy because whenever we went out to eat i always wanted to order the most expensive thing on the menu. i was quiet. i was shy. i was a loner. especially after i learned how to read, i'd rather have had my nose in a book than play with the other kids in the neighborhood. as soon as i learned how to read, i fell in love with words. reading and then eventually writing them. now, my niece is the same way. she writes imaginative stories about new different races of people with funny names. my sister marvels at her imagination. my mother shrugs 'she's just like her auntie nicole.' through her, i am constantly reminded of when i was a little girl. it is strange really. in most ways, her personality so like mine. 080828 what's it to you? who go blather from