Memories never come in any particular order. So I’ll number mine randomly, in the spirit of the randomness of memory.

I was no more than 12 years old. A friend had just come up from Jamaica and had never seen snow before. The first snow fall of that winter, we both ran outside barefoot. We didn’t feel the cold. It was a magical day I’ll never forget.

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