Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane

[polly_oliver]

I was two years old, and on a ferry to New Orleans to see the aquarium with my dad. The ferry seemed like a huge ship to me then, monstrous, too big and heavy to float on water. There was thick fog all around, making the sky white and the horizon indeterminate. It felt cool on my skin as I stepped forward to the metal railing on the boat. I had

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[minimajik]

Interesting. I think my earliest memory I have is oddly of me at some sort of social gathering of my parents, in which I fell over and hit my head rather hard on the table. But the thing is, every time I remember it, the ending differs and it usually blanks out into white noise that you get on a telivision when the signal wont come in. So either I have a very twisted and fragmented memory, or I was watching something and internalized it.

[polly_oliver]

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