work in progress

Where do I begin? Really, specifically. The first memory I think I have is riding a trike in a Fourth of July parade. I was 3. Thing is, that image in my memory is also a faded photograph in a book labeled 1976 in my parents basement. Pigtails ablaze with some type of fusilli-shaped-red-knit "flair" dangling in the wind...all punctuated with a shit-eating-grin across my pure la-dee-da face.

The lost memories, milestones, excursions, shenanigans...where do they go? A shoebox full of grade school notes? Fresh out of college journal entries typed into a relic of an Apple computer (or was it a Mac?), later preserved via hard disk, to CD, to zip drive, to an external hard drive, to some"cloud." Twenty years of a thinking, feeling, basic limbic system "stuff"...donde esta? In the end, when one loses their mind...how do they retrace their steps?