The Magic School Bus picture books. They followed up with whispers about the size of my lips and the watermelon printed on one of my “knockoff” T-shirts.For solace I took walks in wooded areas with my grandfather on metaphorical treasure hunts in Connecticut—and around Sharon, Massachusetts, where I grew up.
I laughed until my stomach cramped while my dad pushed me round and round on a makeshift tire swing in a local park. I made up silly outdoor games with my brothers.
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