January 2011
9 posts
My first human memory
I was about 2 years old. I was playing on the front porch using water color paint (that my mom had made for me with food coloring and water) to create a hippo picture that I was sure was a masterpiece. My dad came home from work to find me sitting there wearing an old pair of sunglasses with missing lenses. He walked up to me, with a puzzled look on his face and asked “Have you seen my son?...
“The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those...”
– Carl Sagan