When I was 5, I had a pretty blue skirt that I loved to bits. It was Tiffany blue and extended down to my knees. At the waistband there were two metal rings that were used to cinch the waist tight. And it twirled high at a slight turn of the hip.
It's really the smallest things I remember that made and what still makes me happy. I don't remember the day I graduated from college, or the day I was commissioned. Sometimes I forget how old I am and how many homes I've lived in. I've forgotten the name of the teacher that influenced me most, though I remember her face.