Childhood memories fill our heart with joys, laughter, cries and sorrows. Yet although emotions are stirred, moments of contentment arise. Looking back into the past is a blurred, spiraling,  journey that brings us to a alternate universe, where time is replaced with glimpses of significant moments.  In our memory, our senses are stirred, graphical images may appear, smells seep out. Sounds...music can bring us to our living past, and touch...may awake certain recollections. The most important sense is the illusive entity we keep inside...the  sense of the heart. The heart carries our emotions...and when stirred we can feel them jumping inside. The reading My Childhood brought me to revisit my childhood... in parallel to his...we both feel strongly tied to water. I felt connected to the way he describes his favorite place...the island in the river. As I grew up in Lake Tahoe...I was always at the shore, playing in the sand dunes...dipping my toes in the ice cold water.  Water was constantly surrounding me and has shaped my hearts desires. I know I must be near water...otherwise I am not in my element, and my heart weeps tears...