You know how, as you get older, sometimes one of your synapses will fire off randomly? So for no reason, here’s a book memory that popped into my head today…
My parents were in the front seat of our car. I was sitting in the back seat, hanging over the middle (because, of course, no seat belts were required way back when); I must have been about six or seven. So my mom was telling my dad about her friend Rosemary, who was pregnant at the time. She was telling him all about this necklace someone gave her that was meant to be a good luck charm, but in actuality was controlling her mind and was being used to manipulate her! As a good child I never interrupted or asked questions, but I remembered being horrified. It wasn’t until many years later when I read Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin that the penny finally dropped. “Ohhhhhh…..” LOL.
I don’t know why but I just had to share.
