Yes, dear, but you're not from Barbados either. You'll pardon if I take umbrage to my most famous countrywoman being claimed as someone else's national treasure.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to provide history lessons. If that's all you think of the man, you're either racist or not knowledgeable enough to comment.

Similar story here .My older brother was grounded once as a teenager when I was 3 or so. I thought my mom had buried him alive.

OMG! That reminds me of the day my dad told me my mom had been fired. — since I was maybe four year old, I thought she had literally been set ablaze. I was pretty sure I was supposed to feel sad that my mom was dead, but my dad didn't seem all that fazed, so I kept my festerign grief to myself. You can imagine my…

When I was in 2nd grade, my class made gingerbread cookies. The teachers orchestrated an elaborate ruse where they pretended the gingerbread cookies ran away. They left flour trails around the school, and wrote messages from the gingerbread cookies with chalk. Messages like "Run run as fast as you can, can't catch…

I'm super impressed that you created that out of kitchen materials at seven years old. Impressed and jealous at your creative genius.

Ok, this one you can do a vertical video.

When I was seven, I got a book on how babies are made. It talked about eggs, sperm, fertilization, and prenatal development (but completely left out all mention of sex.) I with my mom at a Korean grocery and stumbled upon the alfafa sprouts at the salad bar. My mom was waiting on line when I gasped shouted clear…

Oh god. I was six or seven when 'Achy Breaky Heart' came out. My grandparents had a camper in a permanent lot on the Ohio River (on the West Virginia side, thank you very much), one of those campgrounds where you leave your camper year-round and can build porches for them if you wish. That summer, the spot next to…

When I was 4 years old, my pappap passed away. Being 4, I didn't have much of a concept of what death meant - I probably kept asking when he was coming back. My parents explained to me that people get old, and when they get old, they will die and go away forever.

As a seven year old, I raided the kitchen for my art supplies. I took some herbs, green food coloring, lemon juice, and turmeric powder to create this. My dad was so angry at me for destroying the kitchen and geting half the spice cabinet all over the floor, but he took this, and he framed it because he thought it was…

I used to do the Butt Parade, as my mom called it. Every time she got a phone call, I'd take off all my clothes and march around the house waving my diaper in the air. What can I say? I like to keep things classy. Also, pants suck

When my dad was driving my brother, his friend and me home from school when I was in kindergarten, his friend was talking about how his class was having a Thanksgiving play. I thought to myself, "I want to be in a Thanksgiving play", so I chimed in that my class was having one too! I said that there were so many…

This is terrible but I was 4. My mother was pregnant with my brother and the hospital had these classes for kids that were about to become older siblings. We got to put on scrubs and go to the nursery, etc. Well, we proceed to visit the new babies and the nurse holds one of the babies up to the window for us to see…

Around age 7 I was obsessed with Transformers. When my parents bought a Suburban I was convinced it was Optimus. I would lie down in the third row and talk to him. We were going to get married.

I was 8 years old when I went into my parent's bedroom one morning while my parents were still asleep and saw my Dad had a boner. I totally freaked out, woke my Mom up by dragging her out of the bed, and called 911 because I thought it was a chestburster from Aliens.

Never not killing it, Tracee Ellis Ross.

yep, i feel you, and yet, the obligation to be empathetic stands. nothing as chill as silence

That's great and all but why do you think anyone (especially the author) needed to know, or even cares really, about your unwillingness to empathize or understand? Not every thought or feeling you have is important enough that you have to express it, especially when it only serves to compound someone else's trauma. I…

But you have plenty of desire to comment about your lack of desire to sympathize or understand someone whose experiences were not yours. Got it. Thanks for stopping by.