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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I am about 7 years old. I am dressed in white shirt and white trousers much like the sailor suit I am wearing in the photo. I am in the forest and much to my dismay and shock I am being held over a fallen tree and getting spanked by my playmates. I think to myself, "How dare they?!?!?" I think one of them could be my sister, Elza. I think I may have often intruded upon her and her girlfriends.
This forest was thick and alive with growth. Tall trees, flowers, little pathways worn by foot travel, streams, and lots of undergrowth. I keep thinking of fern like plants. I can easily see walking down these pathways in the flickering morning sunlight. The trees were so tall and the whole place felt magical. In the winter there was snow and it appears to be at least a foot deep. It is completely different during the winter. It is cold and quite. Very quiet unlike summer. I have impressions of many chase games and such being played in these woods. |
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