Childhood . Fear
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On February 8, 2022 by Speranza
When I was six years old, we lived in an older home that had push-button light switches.
It was like two Licorice All-sorts ( the black and white ones with that snowy core of coconut) had been inserted into the wall.
I assume these fixtures would be left overs from an ancient electrical system but to my young eye they seemed the pinnacle of elegance. (Yes, I harbored faint longings for a somehow yet-to-be-discovered aristocracy even then …)