It's Tuesday, and I thought I might carry on the story from last Tuesday.

From my earlier youth I remember only flashes, little hints of what must have been from when I was around three years old.

It was while I was living in the blue house.  My older brother had more friends than I did, which makes sense, he was older.  One day in the small grassed area next to the house we were walking towards what was probably a garage, someone must have been doing construction… or repairing the roof or something because my brother stepped on a nail… then his friends did, each in turn.  I remember thinking proud thoughts of how clever I must have been to walk around the outside of the yard where the nails probably weren't spread around so much.

That's what I remember anyway… the way I remember it.