Annie Adams

Sound of Scissors

Sound of the Scissors Six year old me gets off of the school bus and walks up to Mom, looking up, completely innocent. Mom looks at my dress, now well aerated with small holes all around the skirt of the dress, front and back. Holes obviously cut with those safety scissors I must have had at school. To this day, I have very little recollection of actually cutting the holes. They must have been quiet, making no sound at all, or the teacher would have noticed, wouldn't she? Apparently, I did not like the dress. So, I fixed it, with my scissors. It would not be the last dress I would fix with scissors.