WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Fishing with my Pa. We were sitting on the bank of his little pond. I might have been 3. I remember putting a worm on the hook and wanting to gag but thinking I had to be tough. Liking the way the sun felt on my bare toes and feeling very safe and like a big girl. I liked the plop of the hook hitting the water, the zzzz sound of the line, and I loved that we were closed in by the woods. I’ve spent my life chasing that feeling again and now we live in a little house in the woods and I can fish when I want. I still miss Pa but he’s always there, he’s just out of site.