What makes me start thinking at night ? I don’t know.
Maybe a song I’ve heard. Or a random memory pops,into my head. I do enjoy writing down my thoughts. They have no,structure; no Rime or reason. Talk about friends talk about relatives , just whatever comes into my mind . The writing calms down. But I want to keep with the theme of visiting my life.
So,here,s one. What was my earliest memory as a child? I think it was having one of my eye operations. I had three,of,them between the age s 2 and 4. And I remember being at the hospital. I remember the awful smell of ether, the anesthesia used to sedate me. I remember not being able,to,open my eyes after the surgery. But I was no older than 4.
