Your body moves effortlessly. It feels new.
You look at the ladder and know you could
climb up it as fast as you want, and you also
know that things weren't always this way.
Feeling bouyant, you decide to take the ladder
up.
But surely, you think to yourself, I am older
than this. Surely you remember...a man? And
a small child holding your hand? But the
memories swirl vaguely and wisp out of your grasp.
You find yourself entirely in the present. You
are a little girl, with reddish, blondish,
brownish hair. And you feel light, burdenless.