Abstract
I am told that I climbed to the'top of our porch trellis when I was two years old. I used to believe that I remembered that moment the ivy tickling my stomach, a caterpillar crawling into my underpant , clinging to the slats until my father's outstretched hand supported my bottom letting go, feeling weightless, feeling safe. But now I think I don't remember his at all It was my father's retelling of the story that was real. His voice rang with pride.
Recommended Citation
Swain, Bara
(2009)
"Safety Pin,"
Utah Law Review: Vol. 2009:
No.
2, Article 27.
Available at:
https://dc.law.utah.edu/ulr/vol2009/iss2/27
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