My Earliest Memory

My earliest memory is of a pear tree. I’m standing underneath the tree, looking up through the branches at the ocean blue sky beyond. The golden rays of sunlight are bouncing off the newly green pears, as if teasing me for not being able to reach them, like a laser light teasing a cat. There’s a slight wind sending shivers through my blonde wavy hair, teasing pieces out of my ponytail so that they whip around my face, leaving countless invisible wounds. My blue eyes are open wide in anticipation of the endless possibilities this tree will bring.

And that’s where the memory ends.

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