[Jolly Amaranto]

When I was 3 years and a few months old, my dad and uncle went deer hunting in Northern Wisconsin. They each brought home a good sized buck and hung them up by the antlers in the garage. They made me stand next to them to have a snap shot taken. I remember being terrified but the photo, that I still have, shows me smiling. Now, whenever I smell the musky odor of a freshly dressed deer carcass, I flash back to that moment. My brothers and I have always, going way back, had a good time playing "remember when". I think this has a lot to do with refreshing old memories over the years. I am sure some of them get embellished over time but many are only preserved a mental snap shots.