A Hazy Memory from Childhood

It is not easy for people with my temperament to remember the place of my childhood days. Through examples and events of my memory, my mind emerges like a cloud flowing in a colored sky. I can think of happy and sad memories. Both are there, only their shapes are different; clouds also provide different shapes. My problem is actually choosing a place I can call my favorite. Various places come to mind, but we need to exclude every place. There are always a few small problems floating in the memories of fog not burned by hot summer sunshine.

August is in my memory, and in my head it is clearly visible in my childhood garden. Early in the morning, it is already very warm. The lamp has a slight hue remaining from the moisture of Missouri in the summer. In the summer morning when I was a child, a distant war has arrived in our garden. I am 6 years old, and at the end of the decade of the 60 's I have judged that I am the first in a quiet place of the house. I did what I did every morning, but I still did it; I went to the window and saw the backyard. The trees in our garden and near us are very high. The house disappeared under the Sycamore tree, and when it was made mottled, the bark which is bald and the hard seedball exploded to fuzz when hitting it. They offer huge shades, like outdoor cathedrals, and in the summer they arrange streets in perfect canopies

Falling furniture, broken wine bottle, cracked photo frame, lying on the floor, sweaty, bloody - I remember my memories of my childhood memories and my brothers and sisters I saw How do you adjust the photos of my smile? Too much to explain. But helping to understand it is by no means sufficient. Like snapshots in my head, in the past few years we all handed out our hand. The second day of our mother's funeral to organize her belongings, I met us. So, in the house we grew up, the difference in small opinions became almost important. What is hiding in my closet is the actual picture of the second piece. In my picture my brother and sister gathered in our brother's ward several weeks before his death. On his face there are cancer, smoking, drinking, drug abuse, and lifelong pain.