These are the ways we warp our past to make sense of our present. Childhood is slathered in dew & dustrose. The skinned-knee years are forgotten--tucked between sheet & mattress. Memories that survive their own collapse are left out to become our haunts. With these, a mythology is crafted.
That night in the woods in the dead of December, the lucky pennies on Burns Street, the bike rides for afternoon slushies — they all become bigger than they were. A collection of moments that represent nothing, anything--but are somehow imperative to keep. They become part of the mythology we believe about who we’ve been--about who we are. These are the stories we want - the ones that will themselves into being. The child in us still blinking at the world as it unfolds.
Mythology of Childhood is open to submissions from January 1st to March 1st.