We remember so much about our childhoods, yet so little. We recall events and moments and colors, but we’re impossibly far from the emotions of that time. Around Christmas, a portal opens: a tunnel that lets us peek at the drama of childhood as we return to the stage on which it was played. This drama feels like it exists in the past only, but part of u…
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