Do you remember being so young that you didn’t know all the words?
I remember sitting on the floor in the living room … playing with my toys … My mom was stuffing cotton in the keyhole of our front door.
I asked her why she was doing that.
I thought she said, “To keep out the giraffes.”
“How could giraffes get in through there?” said I.
“No … not giraffes — cold air — the word is drafts,” said Mom.
… Fifty years later, on a cold, winter’s night … I think about giraffes in the keyholes … and how it felt to be so very young.