I remembered a little story my mother told me recently. It seems that I have always had this adventurous spirit. She said when I was about three or four years old, I decided to go to a convenience store by myself. To get there, I had to cross a very busy street and once again on the way back. The memory is cloudy, however, I do remember wanting to go buy some candy. When my mother realized that I had done this, she marched me back to the store. She asked the man if I had been there earlier. Of course, he said I had. Looking back, this marked the beginning of my daring globe-trotting adventures.
“Little One All Alone”
ink on paper
Collection of Amanda Threadgill