True memory. Not my earliest, I've used that before, the needle for the spinal tap. But a couple years after that, in the woods with my father at Fallen Leaf Lake, I came across a dead furry critter, maybe a woodchuck, I don't know. I poked it with a stick, got quite distressed, and begged my father (the omniscient one) to "make it move". I was crushed that he couldn't.
I found this gull yesterday and flashed on that, so here we go...
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I was one of your 10's. This happened to me with my oldest son when he was 2. I remember exactly where I was standing in Queens, New York, when he poked a dead bird saying, "Fly! Fly! Mammma...make it fly!". I realized then and there that I was to decide how to handle a very important topic.
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