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In this episode, I share the story of a seemingly small moment — the day my mum turned off The Flintstones at lunchtime.
I was seven years old, and what followed was a full-blown meltdown. But looking back now, I can see it for what it was: the first quiet indication that something had changed. That the rules were shifting. That the World, as we called everything outside the faith we’d joined, was starting to close to me.
This is a story about childhood, culture, belonging—and the slow, invisible beginning of leaving it all behind.
By Kristen H McLeodIn this episode, I share the story of a seemingly small moment — the day my mum turned off The Flintstones at lunchtime.
I was seven years old, and what followed was a full-blown meltdown. But looking back now, I can see it for what it was: the first quiet indication that something had changed. That the rules were shifting. That the World, as we called everything outside the faith we’d joined, was starting to close to me.
This is a story about childhood, culture, belonging—and the slow, invisible beginning of leaving it all behind.