| play through my grandpa's head at night... The childhood memories like yours that stick with me are those of my stepfather's big killer feet... We were walking up to a used bookstore and he stepped directly on a featherless baby bird and kept walking - had no clue. Another time I had caught a lizard and brought it in the house. It jumped out of my hand onto the floor just as he came in the door and *squish!* Those things happened over 17 years ago and I still remember them distinctly.
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