I was writing out a blog on my childhood because my thighs are bothering me. But at the point after I wrote about losing the shoes and having trouble with my parents for this, I must have been in kindergarten or first grade, when my computer froze.
I couldn’t retrieve the blog.
So, I have been thinking about money and how I am with money.
And the red shoes, the brand new just bought red shoes, the one red shoe I lost, after I had climbed onto the back of a mustang and been carried away through the fields clinging to the neck of the animal, and all that I remember really is getting into a lot of trouble because I lost my shoe.
I was accepted , after an audition, to study violin with one of the top violin teachers at Juilliard, but he wanted 150.$ a lesson. I never told my parents that he had accepted me because I didn’t want them to pay for this. I still had the guilt of having lost the red shoe.
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