sliding Quotes

“But when I did get back, muddy from sliding down the hillside, bruised from fighting, once bleeding great spouts of blood from a stone wound to the head (I still have the scar, like a silver thumbnail), there would be the fire, and the smell of soup, and my mother’s arms not tearing me apart but trying to hold me, clean my face, or straighten my hair, while I twisted like a lizard to get away from her.”

“Now Mickey in the night kitchen cried ‘cock-a-doodle doo!’ and slid down the slide straight into bed cakefree and dried”