the curb.

i dont think i ever told this to anyone. the first recollection of a created memory. when i was seven. or not even. a closure i either made for myself or he did. a nicely spun warm story that kept that then little heart of mine safe from harm. and as i related it as though it was real, a friend pointed out that it was not. i was surprised how he could have come to know a truth truer than mine. and it was only minutes later that i came to terms that he was probably right. i wasn't in the car.