Friday, April 18, 2008
My earliest memory is of legs and sunlight and the warm, friendly chatting of female voices. I didn't understand much of the language, but I liked the tone of the voices, the lilting giggles, the melody of it all. A square of sunlight fell through the window onto the floor, the mullions forming crossed shadows. Beside the square of sunlight and shadow were a pair of woman's legs crossed at the ankles. Calves and Skirt. Suddenly there was a shock of laughter and my mother picked me up. I must have done something naughty. It has stayed with me.