#childhood-memory

"I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room"

"I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out."

"one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive."

"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."