Part 4

Part 4

“What do you mean, I was only 3 or 4 years old?” I could have sworn that I was older. In the pictures, I thought I was older. No wonder the memories escape me. It was 15 years ago that I went there. Strange how that seems like it should be nothing looking back. Experiencing it though, it feels like an eternity. 15 years ago. I was sitting out on a tiny porch with my aunt and my sister, reading a book. My parents could have been there or they could be somewhere far away. Funny how some things are held onto. And scary how some things fade away so easily. How many small details of this supposedly important moment have I forgotten? How many big details?

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