“In the summer of 1987,” writes Harrison Scott Key, “my father tried to murder me with an alligator.”
Go,” Pop said.
What if I didn’t get in? Would he throw me? Would he know true things about me, that I was still a child?
I jumped in.
Immediately, I formulated a plan, which involved surrounding myself with a protective cloud of urine.
Animated illustrations by Erin Wilson are an extra treat (for the reader, not the alligator)