It's a good thing that when I was a little kid in upstate New York, I had a nice, fun, blonde teenage babysitter who taught me how to go swimming to cancel out the mean blonde mother who was oppressive and stabbed me with a needle and, well, just not a good experience, for me or my sister or the brown boy.
Of course, sometimes the mind wants to figure out more about the negative, but maybe we should just think more about the positive like swimming lessons and peanut butter and fluff sandwiches and playing games and the funny laugh the nice babysitter had. She had a very distinctive laugh.
I'm pretty sure the blonde mother had too much on her plate to care about anyone else's kids and really should not have been babysitting us, but unfortunately she was a mother in a patriarchal society.
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