The Begining
From Changeling Venue
“I can’t remember my real name. It started with an ‘M’, at least the first one, but I don’t remember it.” His eyes were filled with sadness as he told his story. “All I can remember is my mother’s shining face. Her starring down at me as she held my hand in the park. I remember that my father was not around cause….. Because, he was off at war. I can’t remember the war per-say, but I remember it was against the Germans. I assume that was the World War II I have read about in the history books, but I couldn’t say for sure.” “I remember that I was a happy child. And I remember playing in the yard as my mother packed the items from the house. We were going to be moving. From….. Liverpool …… to some where. New York, I think.” He looked confused about the story of his own life, as if his memories had been scrambled and some removed. He went on, “I remember the smell of the freshly cut grass and the butterflies fluttering around the flowers in the garden. They smelled so sweet. Honey suckles, I think.”
