My Earliest Memory

My earliest memory is of me laying in the back seat of a dark red 1978 chevy impala. Looking out the window, I remember gray skies, rain and cold. I remember being alone because my parents left me in the car while they set up a tent in the colorado rain.

Cold, gray, wet and alone. Yet its interesting what I don’t remember. I don’t remember fear.  I also don’t remember any obvious feelings of security, but because no fear existed, I must have felt safe.  Safe, while alone. Safe, while unable to protect myself. Safe, in the midst of the thunderstorm.