Ageism runs deep

Ageism runs deep. It runs (ran) through my veins bitterly. There I was, twelve years old, just walking around the park barefoot pretending that I was in a Disney cartoon. Running through freshly cut grass (hindsight, not the best thing to do), singing to trees, pretending to be an Olympic ice skater on my rollerContinue reading “Ageism runs deep”

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