I Could Believe

For example, Blocks. Stacking rings. Mr. Potato Head. (What about Mrs. Potato Head? See what I mean?) Those Little People that come in a family their own house their own car – A hole in front and one in back. His and Hers. So right away you have to make a choice. And then I had a vacuum – red with a black handle and little wheels. I followed my mother’s vacuum through the family room, down the hall, every room in the house. And I could believe that the noise was coming from my vacuum. That I was doing the work. I was helping, you know? I was important because I was helping. This is how we learn what we will become. My brother had a Corn Popper. It looked like my vacuum with a long, blue handle, but at its base was a bubble, and balls that popped like gunfire as he raced down the hall. head down, fearless, a soldier who would save the battalion score the final touchdown, earn a million dollars, win the girl. The good girl who is helpful and clean.