09 November 2008
One of my oldest memories...
... is assembling for a family portrait when I was 4 or 5. The entire Olivieri family was there: me & my sisters, my cousins, my parents, aunt & uncle, and my grandparents. It was a cool crisp day, and I have a vivid memory of the crunch of the leaves and the smell of the air. Today reminded me of it. It's cool (for southern CA), the sun is bright, and there's a stiff breeze blowing. I had a nice run, except when a small sandstorm whipped up and some children nearby started crying.
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I was too little to remember that, but it's a nice image. Thanks for sharing that today.
However, I prefer to read the final sentence as "I had a nice run, except when a small sandstorm whipped up some children nearby and I started crying."
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