Once there was a girl in my neighborhood, an abusive girl because she'd been abused. Her name was Pam. She was much older than me but somehow we developed this friendship.
On occasion, she would physically torment me in various horrible sadistic ways.
I can't explain it but this makes my heart ache for her.
There was one thing about her, she loved Mr. Rogers. I didn't get it at the time. Mr. Rogers was not my cup of tea, even though I was the right age for Mr. Rogers and she wasn't. I liked the little kingdom part but the rest of it seemed to go too slowly. I found the whole put the shoes on/put the shoes off thing comforting. I liked his sweater.
But Pam really loved Mr. Rogers. Now I think I know why. There weren't any adults who thought she was special. Mr. Rogers thought she was special.
It must just be my mood but I can't stop reading this Mr. Rogers tribute. And getting all choked up about it.
This story makes no sense to me but it is the one that got me all sobby.
I think it's irony and making fun of Mr. Rogers but anyway. Apparently that's impossible.
I'm 40 years old and I finally get Mr. Rogers.
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