by Traverse Legal, reviewed by Enrico Schaefer - June 28, 2007 - Chapter 1, Growing Up
THE PAST…We used to live on Yorkshire in Detroit when we were little. Yorkshire was a step up from Alter Rd. Alter Rd. was one block from Detroit. You could die on Alter Rd.
I have few memories of events over the course of my life. I tend to look forward. Memories rarely stick.
My dad was driving the family station wagon down Yorkshire in Detroit. There was a house for sale. My mom said she liked the house. My dad said he didn’t. Within the context of my usual daydream, I wondered how anyone could form an opinion about a house. I stared at that house. I tried to force myself to take a position on it. It had to be either good or bad. My parents seem very animated in their opinions about it. I stared at it blankly. I couldn’t muster a feeling, a notion, a thought beyond its shape, size and color or anything else. It simply was. I think I knew at that moment that there was something wrong with me. I looked at my brothers and sisters. They all looked unconcerned. For all I knew, they had opinions about that house. Or maybe they didn’t care. But I did. I cared about not having an opinion.
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