Tracks Through Time

By Siobhan Carroll, '91

In my earliest memory, I am running. I take two or three jolting baby steps in the grass. The sun is shining on my face, and my hair, though brown, glows golden. I look through it at the bouncing grassy horizon of what I think is our neighbor’s yard. I somehow know that I am 2 years old. I do not remember why I am running; a 2-year-old hardly needs a reason. I am probably smiling; I may be laughing, too. The sun’s gold, the jolting steps, being 2 years old: it is a happy memory.…

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