My earliest memory is of legs and sunlight and the warm, friendly chatting of female voices. I didn't understand much of the language, but I liked the tone of the voices, the lilting giggles, the melody of it all. A square of sunlight fell through the window onto the floor, the mullions forming crossed shadows. Beside the square of sunlight and shadow were a pair of woman's legs crossed at the ankles. Calves and Skirt. Suddenly there was a shock of laughter and my mother picked me up. I must have done something naughty. It has stayed with me.
powerful!
ReplyDeleteFunny coincidence. The very next day, I was in a meeting where everyone was asked to write down their earliest memory. It was fun to hear the others.
ReplyDeletelove the shot. i love the boots!
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