Our childhood had passed over into history overnight. The transition was unnoticed by anyone but ourselves.
In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.
The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a blessing.
Something in me was always watching life from the outside, permanently obsessed with the notion of belonging vs. not-belonging [to a group]. It did not make for a happy childhood, but it was excellent training for a writer.