Childhood Memory #4
In my child's mind's eye, I was Huge; I occupied my entire world, and my entire world revolved around me like a flurry of planets. Life around me adjusted itself to be mine, and I saw the world around me in relation to myself: my teacher, my homework, my daily route through school corridors, my classroom, my shelf. Everything else didn't exist, or more specifically, didn't matter. The world was not merely my oyster - I was my world.
And heavy, ponderous and infinite as I was in my childish wisdom, he could pick me up in his arms, and carry me down that cracked, crumbling staircase, so long and so twisted that perspective simply gave up on it, my twisted ankle dangling uselessly from the crook of his elbow.
My first recollection of security.