I just found this photograph today for the first time in years. Isn't it funny how clearly you remember primary school (when ten minutes was an unimaginably long time and your favourite hobby was collecting beetles in an ice cream container)? I can still name every single person in this photograph, while people from high school and university have disappeared into the mists of time and Facebook. I can still remember being this bespectacled person (I'm on the bottom left). I haven't really changed all that much. And I can remember the sweet, wheaty smell of the newsprint paper inside that colouring book, and the damp squeak of my socks inside my shoes - it had been raining. Sometimes I think that I will never experience anything as vividly as I did when I was little, and that makes me sad. Still. It reminds me to pay attention to each moment and to try to create memories that are at least as strong as these (minus the beetles).
P.S. Allyson Whipple of Literary Austin interviewed me here - thank you, Allyson!
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