Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
When you drink the water, remember the river.
I'm going to have nightmares re: the "kitty," for DAYS!! ;-)
I remember when I was really small, like three, there was a children's show with fingers, barely finger puppets. And the villain was the big scary "Thumb"! I was quite scared of him.
LOL! FUNNY you! Sorry to laugh but...can't help myself! (I'm bettin' you've gotten past that; hence, I'm "allowing" myself this chuckle! :-D It's AMAZING, to me, how EARLY you can remember back and...what, as well. I have very few remembrances from that early but, fortunately, they aren't (surprisingly) of anything frightening. One memory you might enjoy that I still remember, from about the same time period: me bicycling over to my neighbor's house (I can still remember the sound of the gravel as I drove in it) to watch her nurse her baby. :-D
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