`Even if I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it. I was a mistake, I know, but didn’t care at that time. I just went with the flow. Flowing on a bed of flowers and never looking down to see where the innocence gone. Weather it is acceptable or not, but it has gone. Being forced out of its shyness it has gone and will never come back.
Dripping down the drain I found some old memories flowing by and cried where that grant impulse has gone that was believed to surround me forever. I listened carefully, in case I could unfold any of the mysteries of those days, but had no clue left between the lines. A fish on the shore with dried mouth flapping to survive as the encouraging sound of the sea flows by.
Later on I decided to get up and cut myself out of that place of dryness and look for something better to do. It was a sunny day, no more rain and I skipped along the side of the house and looked for memories there. I remember having a tin kitchen, one of my favourite toys and the rainy days when I made mud pies and mud sauces with mud ham and chicken. I remember playing with the Wolf kids from the neighbourhood and just being plainly kids with lots of fun. I can`t recall what happened to the tin kitchen, but I do remember mum telling me off one day that I couldn’t look after it properly after losing some of the saucepans and the oven door. I think it happened when I took the whole thing in the garden under the corn-stalks surrounded the walnut tree. Indeed, no matter how long I look that is my last memory of it. It is strange how all these things come back to me since I boarded this ship. Long forgotten and lost pieces from the past cheerfully creeping back with a haunting romance.`
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