First Memory

First Memory

4/11/15 Yogathon Blog Entry # 3:

First Memory

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Stepping precariously into a rowboat from a small dock on a crisp winter day, with an older couple I didn't know well - friends of my parents. Later, from their living room, watching snow fall in the woods through a sliding glass door. I remember the woman reached down to stroke my sister's hair - this was meaningful to me, probably, because my sister had recently been diagnosed with cancer (she survived), and everything surrounding her felt strangely sad and important.
First Memory – Stepping precariously into a rowboat from a small dock on a crisp winter day, with an older couple I don’t know well – friends of my parents. Later, from their living room, watching snow fall in the woods through a sliding glass door. I remember the woman reached down to stroke my sister’s hair – this was meaningful to me, probably, because my sister had recently been diagnosed with cancer (she survived), and everything surrounding her felt strangely sad and important.

 

 

 

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