Stick figures and such

This post was perfection. I am terribly sad that no one ever saw it or will. The stick figure was just a drawing I made of a teacher in 2nd grade art class and through my failure and breakdown from acknoeledgement that I could not recall eveny own father enough to draw him my teacher explained that there are many types of memories and perhaps minecwas just unusual, later it was labled as "auditory".

I have noticed how as a child I simpky was un aware of life as mosr knew it. My father was likely my greatest rolemodel but What mattered enough to be remembered was things he said or the sound his sses make ehen he talks
Even blindfolded I could find him by listening for his speech.

Almost every role model to a child is a stick figure. Even when my daughter draws me, my form is unconsequential. Instead she focuses on my disposition/demeanor or eye color. I never snd csn not imagine ever even caring if any of my heroes was fit or fat. I never even notice that Barbie was not typical until fairly recently.