MEMORY l SOUND l FILM l FOTO

 

This is the beginning of memory for me- when Michael Page and I used to play in the fields beside the buildings we lived in… we climed the tallest strongest trees way up to the tip top and felt the soft breeze on our smiling faces / we then walked into the tall tall grasses and layed down so that we couldn’t see each other. The grasses must have been ten feet high as we talked together and guessed outloud what each billowing cloud wasas the cloud passed./// Michael-“I think that one’s a bird.” TRACEE- ” Michael, I thought it was an Elephant / oh… there it is- a bird.!”