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You may ask how I can have memories so vivid of my childhood. One reason being is that I use to lay in bed and recount just where I had been quite often, to commit to memory just exactly where I was in time. Moving as we did was a shocking experience, to uproot and move to a brand new place and culture often would cause an imprint having affected all six senses in some fashion. And so the only memory that I do recall are the one’s that made some sort of lasting impression.
Before we moved to Austin Texas we made a brief stay in
We were stationed at
So I have a few memories from
We did a lot of touring and site seeing while in
Mainly I have two vivid memories from
My sisters sat down on a log at the bank of the water where it dropped straight down and off into the thick black water of the glades. They giggled and splashed kicking their twinkle toed footsies in the dark waters. I was very melancholy and just laid upon a weird twine of a tree that curled and dipped into the frothing smoky waters of strange black and golden flecks of shimmer reflections flickering upon the surface. Then my eldest sister Lori called out and said oh look at the seahorses. This awoke my interest as three heads popped up about 4 feet from my sisters dangling appendages soaking in the deep water edge of the mossy log bank. “One, two, threeeee. One for each of us.” My sister stated as I darted in behind my sisters to watch the seahorses slowly float in closer. Three cute little heads snouts and eyeballs silently wading. And out of nowhere, I was suddenly catapulted into the sky. Green blue brown grey black colors swirled in my head as my tennis shoes stood upon the sky between the willow trees.
“THOSE ARE NOT SEAHORSES!” My father shouted as he swooped in sweeping us all up in a huge grasp and whisked us off to the quilt picnic spread at the top of knoll next to the car. He softly placed us down with urgency as tiny leaves and Twiggs fluttered at the tail corners of the blanket flipping up like the landing of a magic carpet or the set down of a rocket ship. My mother instantly handed us our plates ready for our consumption. I said. “If those weren’t seahorses then what were they?” My father then said. “Those were alligators!”
I said like on Merlin Perkins Mutual of
There is one other story that occurred in
My Life as I Remember It