Amazing Things Started to Happen When I Spoke With My Childhood Self
I was driving away when she said, “You’re such a child sometimes.”
As the car picked up speed, I started to think, “Am I childish?” And then, “In what way am I childish?”
And then a voice from way back suddenly said, “You can’t be; you never talk to me these days.”
Whoa! I gripped the wheel tightly as the car swerved out of control. Shocked to hear from my seven-year-old self, I didn’t, at first, know how to respond. We hadn’t talked for decades. Where to start?
“How are you?” I tried for an opener.
“Lonely. You haven’t spoken to me since you went off to that school you hated and started to change. Why did you do that? Didn’t you like me anymore?”
Help. I had to think fast. “You have no idea how scared I was. The place was full of boys and masters. I didn’t know anyone. And there were rules that got you beaten if you didn’t obey them. I was completely out of my depth. I had to find ways to think and behave so I’d fit in and would survive.”
“Yes, I get that, but did you have to leave me completely behind? It seemed like we never had any fun any more. You became so serious and, I might say, so angry.”
