Attempts to understand our parentage sometimes is that thing that sharpens are writer's edge. I can identify with it in so many ways.

The narcissistic parent tries to promote a different timeline of events but we know. We remember.

BTW, I loved playing marbles too. Ruined the knees of many pants. My favorite to collect were the tornadoes and the steels--the solid silver ones. Cat's eyes were cool too, but tornadoes felt like real victories. 😁