Memories are made of this.

I remember bits of my childhood. “Mommy, this story isn't right.” “Why?” “The shoe sinks.” “What?” “I just tried it in the creek.” “MY wooden shoe…from Holland?” “Holland?” “Gone.” “No, it's just wet.” “This is a children's story about three kids floating off in a shoe.” “It's not real.” “Do you know how old you […]