Returning to live in the town I grew up in does that to me. ~Memories dance just on the edge of consciousness...almost out of reach. Here is what I remember: My two sisters and I were in the living room of one of my Dad's colleague's home. The living room and the dining room connected and the dining room had a sliding glass door that led to their backyard. I remember being in their living room and venturing into the dining room to see their pet that was outside on the patio. Their pet LION. I kid you not. They had a pet lion. My memory is that the lion stayed on the other side of the sliding glass door while we took turns asking questions.
I remember wanting to touch him. He was so close and he was their pet!