childhood, turtle, accident
The week before Thanksgiving when I was seven, I learned that turtles are indestructible. That day at school we had taped on the wall a six-foot tall paper turkey with twenty-five feathers-one for each of us to write our name on and color. I crayoned my feather purple and green and wrote "Melissa" on it, then added Toby's name since he was my first pet. Elizabeth Frazier, who sat next to me, snickered. "She wrote her turtle's name on her feather,'' she said. Danny Stringer and Jimmy Bullinger laughed.
Inscape: Vol. 7:
1, Article 37.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol7/iss1/37