Saturday, May 7, 2011
An Early Memory
Once upon a time, it was from one of these houses that we left to go to a party in the Clara Barton School. It is indeed strange how some memories stick with me... and how I can still see the inside of that room filled with colorful balloons, hear the laughter, smell the sweet candy and cake, and so vividly remember the happy celebration inside that school on a day so long long ago.
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