In Part 3 of The Childhood We Never Thought to Miss, I return to the fields, books, little hiding places and quiet acts of love that surrounded my childhood. Only now do I understand that the greatest gift I received was not what I owned, but the certainty that I was loved without ever having to question it.
What if the most important lessons of childhood were never taught at all? In Part 2 of this personal memoir, I return to my grandmother’s kitchen, forgotten skirts, the wrong horse, scraped knees and the ordinary moments that quietly shaped an entire generation.
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