April 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.


  1. Yeah, I saw that stupid thing. My girl scout troop drove two hours to see it. A goat. Seriously, a goat. What a letdown.

  2. Sarah, I’m totally, totally chuckling over here. I KNOW. FREAKING GOAT! So irritating. Glad someone else saw it besides me.

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