~ Growing Without Roots ~

My childhood was amazing and unique. In fact, it ruined my life in many ways. I remember when I was seven, listening to the radio in my parents' room in Australia, eyes closed, lying on the rug with my head on a pillow, the sound of the branches and leaves blowing in the wind outside. I wondered, is this a dream and I am still in Australia? Will I wake up and be able to do it all differently? Or is this my life and my memories will always be an albatross around my neck?

1957 The Best Snow Ever

Every time it snows, I am taken back to one particular day when I lived in Normandy.

It was after dark and it was snowing hard, with big fluffy white flakes. My friend Catherine and I went to the field not far from our houses, where the snow was deep. There was a street light there and looking up, you could watch the flakes slowly drift down magically.

We would catch them on our tongues. I was wearing a puffy red ski jacket and the flakes would land on the red and stay there forever. We made snow angels and just laid in the snow, letting those cottony flakes cover us.

It was one of the best moments of my life. It still resonates when I see that kind of snow. I wish I could go back to that exact moment.