When I think back to my childhood in New York City, I realize how much of life was sprinkled with little rituals and magical beliefs that we never even questioned.
Thank you, Allan, for reminding me of all these ways of coping. I remember step on a crack, break your Mother’s back—but I suspect there are regional dialects even in superstitions.
Thank you, Allan, for reminding me of all these ways of coping. I remember step on a crack, break your Mother’s back—but I suspect there are regional dialects even in superstitions.
I’m sure😊