Tell me your remembories of childhood. Of sun-diamond dappled, a warm sea hug and welcoming embrace of shore?

Those are not my memories.

Can you not feel the rocking cradle of seaweed, protecting you from rip-tide and summer storm?

I was rocked by the wind in a cradle of tree boughs.

Toes in sand slipping by?

My toes ne’er touched the ground.

Horizon smudged by fog and breakers? Dancing under noon-bright skies; lilting songs of shipwrecks and sirens.

I danced high in a leafy canopy. I sang with the birds. I whispered with the zephyrs. Moon-clad, I howled with wolves.

Diving deep into the kelp gardens, til lungs burned for want of air. Surfacing, hair o’er spreading like halo on the undulating sea. Remember, remember, remember . . .

Eating wolfberries, juice staining chin and fingers blood-red.

No, those are not YOUR memories. They are mine; please return them to me.

for mlmm sunday writing prompt: five by five.

Choices:

Pick a Mythological Creature
Mermaid
Dryad
Cyclops
Dragon
Troll

Pick an Activity
Reading
Singing
Sailing
Dancing
Hiking

Pick a Fruit
Damson Plum
Elderberry
Apricot
Watermelon
Wolfberry (Goji)

Pick a Time of Life
Childhood
Adolescence
Adulthood
Middle Age
Old Age

Pick a Concern
Money and/or Work
Finding Love
The State of the World
Relationship Troubles
Health Status

image: 2 nymphs, JW Waterhouse