I Remember

I remember being 10 and throwing a stone across a creek and hitting another boy in the head. Being frightened by what I had one (not to metion seeing blood) I ran home. He had to get stiches, and I had to go and apologize to him after my mother found out.

I remember my parents taking me to the cider mill one fall when I was 4 or 5. While I was there I mistook another man for my father because he was wearing a suede leather jacket like my father’s. The mistake scared and embarassed me, and the man didn’t say a word.

I remember my great-grandmother playfully telling me to ‘scat’ whenever I was being a mischievous young boy.