2006-05-08 - 12:21 a.m.
In fifth grade, I visited my second grade classroom and marvelled at how tiny the chairs were. It was probably around the same time that I could no longer fit into my favorite place between the bookshelf and couch, behind the heavily laden coatrack. (The spot was dusty and dim and I loved it.)
Anyhow, I can't tell if opportunities are shrinking or if my sense of self is growing. Tiny windows that only my arm can poke through.