Consciousness Report #1
(I'm not sure where to begin but here it goes....)
There's a soft haze that separates me from my childhood, at least what I remember from it. Among those bits and pieces that linger around is one bright (or was it cloudy?) day which I went to my grandmother's home from school (or was I already there?) and spent some time sitting on her velour/floral couches. My aunt was there from the Bronx and there was some type of quiet discussion going on, faintly echoing towards me. Everyone seemed to know some secret and I wanted in.