the tapestry by henry h neff changed me fundamentally when i read it as a child
Oops! …I Did It Again (Disappeared Under Mysterious Circumstances and Returned Physically Intact but Intrinsically Altered by a Terrible Journey Through the Other-World)
“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?
I made witch soups in my garden
I made a bug hospital for the grasshoppers I found that were missing legs
I pretended an old broom handle was a sword and ran around stabbing imaginary people to death
I was imaginary prophet like leader of cult-like communist community
I built houses out of sticks for squirrels and birds














