First Memories

I remember sitting in the Spring sun in our small
front yard, my first vivid memory, before we moved
to the country. I sat at an angle on the small hillside,
feeling the warmth of the sun and grabbing at the
new grass. That same warm yellow-green of supple,
uncut grass still brings back this time when all was new
and fresh in my eyes.

Now my daughters show me fresh views of their
worlds every day, and I often wonder what their
strongest childhood memories will be.

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