Marion Roach Smith’s alternate sisterly reality, with Margaret Roach.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS ME. So did Margaret. Despite the fact that it’s a boy, it looks exactly as I did at the age that I began my happy days at P.S. 94 in Little Neck, Queens. And the attitude. Yup. Same. I actually stopped and stared at it, wondering how that could be. Has this happened to you on the Internet, running across something deeply, weirdly familiar? It just happened to me.
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I have to say that it gave me chills when I saw this a few days ago online. Only difference: You would have been wearing your beat-up red cowgirl outfit and red boots, not a Union Jack T-shirt…and the instrument would have been a piano. You were a Wild West girl, you were.
Still are, come to think of it, or at least wild.
Wild? Are you referring to this? Hmmmm.