Story time kids.....
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- vespa0
stop me if i've said this before.
my first confusion with the world also began when i was about 4.
we'd just moved to aus and my mum had this beat up old corolla called bluey. we loved bluey, even tho she had car-tourette's, beeping her horn obnoxiously every time she turned left and generally farting and swearing at inappropriate moments like an old man.
anyway bluey's back seat was held together by a load of black gaffa tape. mum always told me i MUSTN'T touch the tape. she must have said it so the seat wouldn't fall apart but she didn't explain this and so, with a trait i carry with me to this day, if i don't know why something is the way it is my mind just makes up a reason.
i thought the tape was poisonous and that if i touched it that would be the end of me. i used to sit scrunched up in the back of the car in a really weird shape so i didn't have to touch it.
but worse, i have ACTUAL MEMORIES of touching the tape with my shoulder and all the skin peeling back at the point of evil contact! there is an associated peeling-crumpling sound in my memory and everything.
what a freak child i was!