Shadows and a music box

I remember the first time I ever really played with my shadow. I must have been about four or five; I was so impressed at how far my shadow spread over the lawn and how my little chihuahua dog looked like a deer. I danced around, watching my shadow move. It felt like magic!

Once, when I was about four years old, my conscience was being pricked that I had broken one of the little angels on a wind up music box that my mom was planning on giving to my cousin. I decided to remedy it, and I told my mom that I had something to tell her... Debbie (my sister) had broken off the angel off of the music box. I somehow felt better by telling her, and I didn't feel guilty at all that I had blamed it on my sister.