It was a year ago today that my sister came to visit me here in France. I wrote this article after she returned home to Minnesota. This Monday Flashback is for her...I miss her so much.
My
childhood memories are sporadic at best. I vividly remember vignettes but not
all the details of my little life. I recall my dad, sitting me down on a stump
next to the frozen river and insisting, I thought, cruelly, that he tighten my
skates until my ankles hurt. My mind has held on to a particular re-occurring
nightmare that involved a giant wolf, dressed all in green just like Robin
Hood, who would chase me up some Cathedral steps, through the church and out
the other side (please don't even try to interpret this). I remember hiding
under a neighbor’s car, watching the giant boots walk by of a man I was sure
was "Stranger Danger" and being so afraid. And I have a memory of a
summer trip to Virginia with my mother.
