When I was a child, I thought you could attach one side of jumper cables to the sun and the other to your ears in case you ever needed to jumpstart your smile.
Granted, my thinking wasn’t the most logical back then, but it kept my parents entertained.
Sometimes my shadow would jump into the river, and I would go in after it.
My father would always warn me to wear a life jacket.
When one wasn’t available, I’d wear this feral black cat around my neck. It served as hoax and flotation, an early lesson in what didn’t kill me made me stronger.
Once I retrieved my shadow, the cat and I would visit the local fortuneteller. She had a full moon for a third eye.
It glowed like my smile whenever it was hooked up to those jumper cables.