barefoot kid with dog
my mom says i used to do this all the time
(by this i mean walk around barefoot with a laundry basket on my head)
i guess i talked to myself under the basket, because i liked the way my voice bounced off the walls. probably felt like i was in a theatre, addressing my many minions, sending them off to do my evil bidding. or maybe i just didn’t have anyone else to talk to. or maybe i pretended i was in a canyon; i do love echoes.
so here i am, followed by either a family dog, a stray, or a fluffy footstool.