Porthole

One memory

PROMPT March 7th

Write about one of your fondest memories.

I think I can handle one memory.

We took in Aunt Orabelle's spitz for a while. It wasn't a pomeranian ... that's all I remember. My father made a dog house out of cardboard and painted it green.

I don't remember his name. I don't remember how old I was. There's nothing bad with the memory. It doesn't trigger anything at all. Did I play with him?

I dunno.

I know we had a dog Brownie when I was a toddler maybe and an orange cat Tippy when I was little but I have no real memories. Just an echo of an echo.

I mention the lack of memories because that's what comes to mind. My childhood lies beyond memories of it.

So is it a fond memory? In a way, yes. We wanted a pet. So bad. For a short while we took care of one.

I don't spend a lot of time looking for old memories. It's a landscape of landmines.