It happened to me often, as a child, so much so that I thought I had magical powers. Again, and again, I would wish things to be, regardless of the consequences, and get what I wanted, only then to suffer those consequences.
One memory that’s still hard for me to shake was when my papà and I were on our way home from somewhere. I couldn’t have been more than five or six, jumping around in the backseat of our car. And that’s when I saw them. Twelve baby ducks. Quacking behind their mamma. Right there on the sidewalk of our suburban-Chicago neighborhood. [Read more…]
