It is a delicate, fragile picture - that first memory. It must be handled carefully like an important aged document lest it crumble to dust. Swiftly, silently it must be viewed, for too much revealing of it fades into an obscure mist which defies definite outline. Yet transparent it stands - that Christmas of my fourth year.
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
, Article 23.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss2/23