My mother told me that when I was eight all I wanted to do was swim. Swim, swim, swim. Then I stopped wanting to do this. When I was twelve she said that my most cherished possession was a communication badge I’d earned in Girl Scouts. It showed a tower emitting wiggly lines. Which is odd because communicating is not a skill I naturally or unnaturally possess. I’d prefer to think of myself as a witness, but honestly, I doubt I’m even that.
