forgotten childhood memories

childhood memories i have forgotten:

my mother can’t swim

my father is color blind (and left handed, but i always think of that)
my mother got him a sweater: rust and musty green
“what color is this?”

apparently
i alway wore many layers of clothes
— i don’t remember this
but in the last few weeks
as new york has got cold
i have been putting on layers and layers…

the day before i left:
two pairs of pants
six layers on top

when i arrived
they all told a story, laughing
of when we were at Red Lobsters
some waitress poured the pitcher of ice water on me
(it was my birthday: i loved PopCorn Shrimp)
i just stood up
and took off my outer layer of clothing:
everyone stared in amazement

something about something
my mother left her medication at home
for her hypo-thyroid issue
i said she could do shoulder stands to increase her thyroid activity
– – –
something something
and mentioned how we’d always do head-stands with my mother
what?
my mother taught us how to do head stands
we’d do head stands all the time with my mother
she’d do head stands when she got head-aches
she even did headstands when she was pregnant with my sister

head stands
i love them
yoga
when i first learned it
i did them all the time
and have been doing them a lot lately. . .

childhood
i got it from childhood.