I was four. My parents and I were visiting my grandma in the “big city” of Brooklyn NY. On an afternoon stroll, we passed a homeless woman who had built her shopping cart and tin can shelter in the nook of a decorative foundation of a downtown building. She lifted her hands from the smelly tartan blankets and asked for money, my parents politely declined, and I stopped and shouted in a school yard manner….
“nah nah nah nah nah… I have a house and you don’t.
It’s hard to live stuff like that down.
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