The Gift

The title sounds so prententiously profound.

I'll remember the Gobots when I was 16 going on 17. I'll remember the keyboard that was given to someone else or the weights that I had no intention of lifting. I still remember the games that we played and the smells that we smelled. But I'll not forget the Christmas morning that Dad and the others went and did my chores for me so I wouldn't have to face the cold and the dread. That was the best gift from my childhood.

I like

I like it when short, fat men with stubby fingers wear dark highwaters with white socks and dark shoes.

Voice

It doesn't matter when I first heard it. Because it will always be evocative. It will always be seraphic.
They made a cheesy made-for-television-movie of her life that was shown to me in high school health class, to dissuade me, and probably the girls too, from practicing bulimia or anorexia. I remember how delicious the cake looked that she so dramatically stuffed in her face. She probably wasn't really like that, not with her voice.