Monday, December 21, 2009

A silver tongue for the chosen one

When I was little, I used to imagine what it would be like to swim around my house. I'd swim upstairs and grab my stuffed dog puppet, Wrinkles, and my real dog, dive downstairs and make sure my sister was ok, then we'd all go out the back door and swim up to the surface.
Whats a fire and why does it, what's the word? Burn?

5 comments:

ANZELINA said...

Where do you always find these fantasmagoria?

Daniel-Halifax said...

in Grandmother Willow's hollow

Madelene said...

I completely adore reading about other people's childhood memories. So many are similar to my own, silly games etc.

Thomas at My Porch said...

Is the headline for this post from Siouxsie and the Banshee's "Dazzle" or did she take from somewhere else?

Daniel-Halifax said...

well done! it is! my favorite song of hers (and the most played song on my itunes)