tmo

On closure v conclusion

I was young. 3 or 3 ½

I was put in a red sandbox, blue lid, lid set aside

In that sandbox, a shovel, lots of sand. Some of it wet.

I was put there by my mother

As I sat, and played with the sand, I became aware that I was alone

My first feeling, my first real sense of “emotion” was that of loneliness. Which gave way to fear. Terror. And helplessness.

As the minutes, hour+ rolled on, I knew I never wanted this again

In time, I was picked back up by my mother