I don’t remember much about being four. Not much at all. In fact, there are occasions when I have a hard time remembering all that much about any year of my childhood. We have so many photo albums in our family, thanks to my dear Mom, the avid shooter and photokeeper. Because of this, I think the large part of my childhood memories are sparked by image recognition.
Here we stand at Camp Marydale in Kentucky. I don’t remember much about being there. Ever.
So. That is all I have for now. When I remember something I will be sure to write more.