Share your earliest childhood memory.

The back door to 3 Fore Street was green, once black and once before white. The heat of summer bubbled and blistered the old frame, slowly revealing all of it's past make covers.

Shuffling bare foot a little harder once in the back yard with sharp gravel. Reaching garden grass like beloved trampoline.

Under the crumpled tree, a woman with wild swans and raspberries for fingers.