UnicornApril 10, 2010
I wanted, more than anything, for the Ringling Brothers unicorn to be real.
I knew it would not be—I was old enough, smart enough, to know foolishness when I felt it. But I hoped anyway, because there I was, stuck in the States, where I had already lost Europe and Africa. On that bleacher seat in the Armory, I knew if I lost the unicorn, my childhood was over.