One of my most vivid memories in childhood was watching Little House on the Prairie every Sunday with my Mom and my sisters (for whatever reason I don’t remember my brother being there).
This episode (one of several) stuck with me. The girl who couldn’t walk like the others.
I don’t think they knew how much I noticed when I was little. I must have been less than 10. Maybe even less than 8. But this episode felt like home to me. When I was older I was sad to discover that children weren’t as accepting as Laura Ingalls and I couldn’t be fixed by adding wood to my boot.
It was a heavy blow.
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