remembering happy.

July 10, 2016

when I was small. deep in the heart of the pacific northwest…. we drove over the novelty hill road to the snoqualmie river…. my dad took out a kite…it was a bat kite and he flew it high high above the winter grey fields of broken corn.   I have always been fascinated by the memory…. the black, bat kite flying so high above the broken fields of corn, with white broken clouds…..  I don’t know why it is so important or even why I  remember it in so much detail… but I do.  I dont even know why it is such a happy memory… but it is. thanks dad.

remembering happy.

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One Response to “remembering happy.”

  1. Karen Says:

    That’s a sweet memory, Amanda. Makes me smile.


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