Alone with the Mummy
- 1968 - 1982
When I was in Grade 5 our class had a trip to the ROM. I had a new cardigan which my mother told me not to wear because I'd probably lose it. I convinced her that I would not, but sure enough, I came home without it. The next day, my mom made me take the Mississauga Transit to the subway and travel back down to the ROM by myself to retrieve the cardigan. Luckily, I did find it, right where I had left it, in onne of the class coat racks. Now that I had my cardigan, I could breathe a little easier so I decided to enjoy myself instead of returning home and presumably back to school. I went to my favourite ROM exhibit: the mummies. Since it was early in the day in the middle of the week, I found myself alone with the mummy. After examining him and reading about him, I had the opportunity to stand quietly alone with him. Even at my young age, I imagined I could feel what it would have been like to have been one of the mummy's servants buried alive with the corpse. This remains one of the most powerful and interesting revelations of my childhood.