Isn’t this a beautiful picture? I remember what it was like to be this small. How I loved being able to fit into all the really small spaces. This was before my body betrayed me and grew big. That might sound strange, but it did feel like a betrayal. There was a polka dot dress that I wore when I was about two years old. It was my favorite. And I remember pulling it out of a drawer one day and it no longer fit.. I was too big. And that’s the way I felt about it. It wasn’t the dress’s fault but I was the one that grew too much. There are pictures of me in that dress… in our backyard… swinging in a swing… sitting with my father… There’s one picture of me sitting with my father and I’m eating an onion roll. I was mesmerized by the roll and could not be interrupted by the need to take a picture. I even remember what the roll tasted like. It was buttery and fluffy, and it was so delicious. It’s fascinating the memories that we keep as we move through our childhood.