In 1959, when I was 11, I wrote every obscenity…

In 1959, when I was 11, I wrote every obscenity I had ever heard, in the wet plaster of a house under construction. I couldn't stop till every wall was covered. I always felt sorry for all the boys who got in trouble for it.

Summary
A reflection on childhood mischief and the feelings of guilt associated with it.
Insight
Childhood actions can have lasting effects on others.
Style
Front Art
A playful collage featuring a girl with a finger to her lips, suggesting secrecy.
Visual Style
Mixed Media
Orientation
Portrait