Memory

I'm not sure what my first memory was , but when I attempted to dig it up out of the neglected caverns of my memory I kept circling back to not one specific memory, but rather a specific time period...we'll call this the time of "The Yellow House".

My sister and I are lying in our room for what my mother has attempted to create as our designated nap time, I only knew this as the most boring hour of my young life. I'm looking at the shadows of the cherry tree as it waves back and forth against the side of our house, it seems to be mocking my confinement as it revels in its freedom of being outside getting softly kissed by the warm sunlight...Now I'm suddenly taken to the street where my sister and I are in front of the yellow house, we're on our bikes and we are the wind. We maneuver our handle bars from side to side creating imaginary figure eights, there is a feeling of power and limitlessness...Then I'm in the overgrown grass which is littered with lady bugs and morning dew, the towering grass is a powerful force that stretches and climbs up the sides of our plywood fortress that my dad had built for us one blessed summer day...I'm now peering through the spy holes that are scattered randomly about our weather beaten fence which is grasped by green grape vines and remains to be our only protection against the yard next door, which we were convinced belongs to a wretched witch who would stick us in her swamp and keep us as captors as soon as she had an opportunity....This is where I go in search of my childhood memories, I go to the time of "The Yellow House".