The first time I stayed home alone, I was five years old. My mom went to the supermarket and left me alone in the house, trusting that for a few minutes I could take care of myself. “Amy,” she said, “I’ll be back in a little while. While I’m gone, don’t go into my room.”
So naturally, when she left, I went into her room. She always had fun things to play with. On this particular day, I found her Chapstick. I had always found Chapstick to be amusing. Turning it all the way up and back down and watching that little hole in the middle and what not.