My memories of childhood are strong.
I recollect from 3 to 13 more
than family or friends, but I am wrong
at times about vignettes I pictured sure
from later years. It may have been the weed,
the start of multi-tasking, classes, peers,
but days conflate sometimes, or weeks recede,
or photos swap how memory appears.

Events occurred at night, when light was dim.
I had no car – I never was alone
for jaunts, but I can’t pick the her or him
with certainty – nobody had a phone,
so in some ways the replay’s shot with truth,
but lacking fact exactitude’s my youth.