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.