I don't remember this, but it feels like I do because Mom told me about it. I was maybe four years old, standing on the sidewalk in front of our house, calling insistently but not in an "I'm hurt" way. She came to the screen door. I had my arm around the neck of a spotted creature whose shoulder height was about the same as mine. "Look!" I said. "A tiger!"
Notes from an Urban Cabin #2 — Man on the street
Notes from an Urban Cabin #2 — Man on the…
Notes from an Urban Cabin #2 — Man on the street
I don't remember this, but it feels like I do because Mom told me about it. I was maybe four years old, standing on the sidewalk in front of our house, calling insistently but not in an "I'm hurt" way. She came to the screen door. I had my arm around the neck of a spotted creature whose shoulder height was about the same as mine. "Look!" I said. "A tiger!"