As infants, our minds are like smooth, sandy river channels through which events float unhindered. We do not critique what is happening, we just let it wash over us.
As we grow older, some events make a deeper impression on us, settling like a rock in the sandy bed of the stream. Additional experiences and thoughts collect behind those rocks, pushing the channel in one direction or another, giving form and structure to the shapeless stream as we develop.
This section is an examination of those rocks, the experiences that imbedded themselves in my memory and — for one reason or another — gathered additional items flowing downstream to them.
Memories are slippery, getting fuzzier over time as perception distorts the events to conform to the meaning that we assign them. The water too keeps flowing over the rocks, further re-arranging them. This collection is my attempt to retrieve those rocks and understand their true nature.