Japan Story
The Ducks
I am being pushed in a stroller by my mother across a bridge. There are ducks swimming in the stream.
I have new gloves. Not mittens, but gloves like grownups, with a place for each finger, and even a thumb! They are mine and I love wearing them. But I take one off, because it is intricate to pull off each finger, and even the thumb. A gust of wind takes the glove and blows it into the water. Oh, I want my glove back! My mother tries to retrieve it, but it is too far gone. I cry and cry. My Mother, quick witted, tells me that a duck will make a warm pair of pants out of my glove. This idea so occupies me that I stop crying and try to figure out how the duck, with big feet and only two legs, will fit into a glove with closed off 'pant legs', five of them.
This is when you realize the value of moms. I remember what must have been a rainy day in Seattle. We were wearing raincoats. I got separated a bit, and found "you" and grabbed onto "your" coat. Then I looked up and it wasn't you. I remember being horribly embarrassed. Fortunately you were close by so no trauma of being lost.
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