This one is so real, but I think it was from a dream. I can't tell...
I'm really little, and with my mom. It's sunny and hot, and we are in the city somewhere. There is the street, buildings, grime and broken sidewalks.
I'm in a small playground with a sandy floor, surrounded by chainlink fence. There is a small climbing thing, perhaps a see-saw. One side of the playground is a red brick wall, the side of a building. I'm there with may a few other kids.
My mom comes and gets me and we leave, walking. I have a vague sense of a tricycle here, but that may be unrelated.
For some reason, this memory is paired with another in my mind. In the other one, me and my parents are in a large foyer of a large public space. There is a cafe off to the left and stairs and doors and stuff scattered around. It seems like a museum or some kind of interactive space, where we look at things and poke at things.
It's an interestig place, white with some big colored areas.
Ahhh... it's all a jumble.
Posted by Edwin at January 27, 2005 01:09 PM