I bought a set of records, "Classics for Children," when I was
eight. 25 cents at the Goodwill. I would listen to them over and
over after school. Recently I found the collection at my mothers.
Two and three minute excerpts, all climaxes from the classics.
Where was I when I heard this?
Where was that little eight-year-old, hugging her cat and listening
to the record player in the basement? Where was she?
Could I know?
I don't really remember. But I do remember one very important
thing about her. She was no longer alone.
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