genderless gingerbread figuresI was three times three years old and had three freckles on the bridge of my nose. My brother was three years into primary school and had just learnt his three times tables. Our parents had recently divorced and our father took us to the fairground to meet his new girlfriend.genderless gingerbread figures by apoemhowsweet
My brother wouldn’t ride on the teacups with me because they were ‘too girly’, so I rode on them alone. I loved the teacups best of all because they made me feel really small, like Thumbelina trapped in a human’s china cabinet. I was bigger than my brother, with a belly starting to hang over my jeans like cake batter slipping over the rim of a mixing bowl, but spinning in a large pink cup with the world swirling into pastels like smudged chalk all around me, I felt as free and light as a dandelion seed being blown into oblivion. The nausea made me smile and I chastened the squeals of delight that threatened to escape, swallowing them down with gulps of air.
My brother rode on a ‘boy