Where the Road Begins

This is what started it all: a tiny child looks up at his mother, both of them new to this experience.  She hopes she will do no wrong.  He has no hopes, only trust and a wiped-clean slate of memory of which a life will write on, one stroke at a time.  She wishes him only happy memories, and believes it can be so.  Wants it to be so.

He grows.

 

 

A brother joins him in this earthly romp.  

As well as a sister.

 Peter came at the end, completing our family, almost.

 

Dave's here.  Now we're set.

 

Places:
Antioch, California, on the lower end of the Sacramento Delta and very hot in the summer

Highland Mills, upstate New York, a tiny town with a small rock library, very near to West Point

Ogden, Utah, where my parents still live, although in a different house

Arlington, TX, where we'd strung a hammock

San Francisco, Exploratorium Museum (lake in front)

Dublin, California