Memories

One of my favorite memories from when I was little is the time when my grandmother took my brother and I to this park near her house. She'd tell us stories about the princess who was trapped underneath the pond there and how the fountain was really her tears gushing forth and breaking the surface. Come to think of it, that is a pretty morbid story. She would also sing us songs, like this one for when she was pushing us on the swings: "Up, up, up so high like a diamond in the sky"

Again, come to think of it, I don't think she made that song up by herself. Anyhow, I miss having my grandmother push me on the swings or tell me stories about princesses.

Bethany Watzman