Sunday, July 01, 2007
The very bad babysitter
When I was a little girl in San Francisco I had an evil babysitter named Marilyn. (My parents didn't know she was evil until after she was gone). Sometimes Marilyn would take me and my kid brother to Playland, and because I was frightened by the the carousel animals that went up and down, I only rode the ones that remained stationary. One time, against my will, Marilyn strapped me to the cat with a fish in its mouth, and as she stood by and watched, up and down went the cat and round and round went I, crying my eyes out.