When I was in kindergarten my teacher was driving to school one day and hit a patch of “black ice”. Her car skidded, a lot. She died. I went to her funeral. I did not understand why she couldn’t talk anymore just because she skidded on the ice.
I was convinced that “black” ice was like the boogie man. She died and it was because the ice was black. She had bright red lipstick on in her casket. She never wore lipstick in our classroom. I never saw lipstick before that night. Her lipstick was so red I thought her lips were bleeding.
I don’t wear lipstick. I put it on…it scares me. I wipe it off.