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writings about
walking around
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the prom
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and
moving forward
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I've been trying, for years, to find my first memory.
it appeared to be something repressed,
something that lingered only in the farthest recesses of my mind,
but I think I may have stumbled upon it,
quite accidentally.
I remember sitting in a park, in San Francisco.
I remember it as a sunny day,
with only a few clouds.
a group of us,
twentysomething adults and children most my age (three)
sitting under a big tree.
some smiling, some crying, a baby bawling.
adults talking to my mother,
children talking to me.
"where're you moving to, Ana?"
I remember not really knowing,
and getting scared.
then I was presented with a Fisher-Price doctor set
(which now resides in my closet)
and pretty soon we were leaving.
even though I remember the day as sunny,
I think it started raining.
maybe I cried.


Ariana, 03/11/01

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