This could be me

This could be me

This could be me

When I saw this photo on twitter, physical memories threatened to overwhelm me of the trips to Grays Inn Road with my mother that seemed to take up our whole lives in the years before I began school. Scratchy train seats; station smells; the cold green stuff I was sure was icecream that was pumped into my ears to make hearing aid moulds; the tears I wept copiously when instructed to LISTEN when I could not make my ears do it. But afterwards, my mother always took me first to feed the feathery, nibbly, jostly pigeons in Trafalgar Square, then to the cartoon cinema on Victoria station on our way home.

Advertisements

One thought on “This could be me

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s