she was little, the teenager was long, seated on a bicycle. she was standing on the sidewalk, when the teenager came up to her.
she said something to her, she can't remember, all she could do was stare at the things in the long, tall girl's earlobes. like something stuck to her ears. "what is that?" she asked. the long girl on the tall bike laughed and said, "oh they're earrings. i have pierced ears. holes in my ears for earrings. so does your mom."
she remembers staring at long-girl kind of stunned with all the new information. like, what? my mom has holes in her ears?? what? horrified.
she promptly went inside the house and asked her mom. "yes," mom said, "see?" and she looked and there were tiny holes in her mom's ears.
she asked for earrings right away. it was 1973, she was 3. her mom said she had to wait until she was 13. (there was a lot of discussion over this for years.)
she knew this was long somehow. she knew she was in for a wait.*
*the only thing that mattered to her when she turned thirteen was getting an Esprit bag from the boutique downtown, and her ears pierced.
she chose the simple sterling balls. it hurt.
and she liked it.
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