Memory, Fashion Myself
Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination. Oliver Sacks "Boys, tell you father what you did today," I offered casually over the dinner table, hoping to hear descriptions of nature that resonated with my recollection: sunlight shivering the yellow of the elm and sugar maple, the wind shaking out the leaves to compete with the waterfall's melody. "We climbed a broken wall and jumped over a brick wall that had fallen into the water." And that is how they will remember today's field trip. What I'll remember though are their expressions, their laughter, the way Ben said, "I love homeschooling. This is so much fun." and Knox, "We've had three side trips and we've barely started the trail. This is great!" I'll remember the picture Ben took (below right) of the trees and his "ladder vine" and how Knox described the trees