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|30DBC: What is your first memory of being really excited?
I look at a picture of the blond haired boy. I don't remember him.
My aunt once told me a story about how I threw food when I was in the high-chair. Maybe I was excited?
And supposedly I ran when I was 9 months old.
But memories? No.
My childhood faded long ago. I could look at grade school photos and tell you who-was-who. I was the goofy kid up front. I was small for my age.
But what excited me?
I remember finding an abandoned marigold in bloom. And irises and cosmos. Wild strawberries?
We would go search for them by the abandoned greenhouse and bring a cupful home and my mother would make shortcake.
Like the Ingmar Bergman movie, I'm an old man and my memories are black and white and hazy.
Not easily excited tonight. My flash fiction was found to be acceptable though: