My mother, father and two friends Joanna and Richard Fields. The couch was a heavy green tweed, kind of scratchy on my face. I remember thinking it was warm and I felt really confined. A few years ago before my mom passed away, I described that moment to here. She said I couldn't possibly remember that because that was the day mom and dad brought my twin brother and I home from the hospital. Then she went to an old photo album and pulled up a photograph of that moment. The thing is, my memory was not from the photo perspective but from looking back at them. I remember my dad holding the camera. One more thing...

The heavens were not closed. I remember vividly my twin and I communicating with each other, telepathically I suppose. I remember there being Angel's present, no wings. I did not grow up LDS or in an LDS home. But I had a very strong belief in life before life and Christ, Angel's and Witnesses to things.
I remember a great deal even not long after that, eating Gerber, falling from a stool, snow in Granada Hills, my dad flying to and from work every day with my Uncle Tom, at age 5 seeing Nikita Kruschev and President Eisenhower travel in a motorcade past our home at 10871 Balboa Blvd in Granada Hills, CA in 1958...vivid memory because our neighbor, Bud Shank tossed an empty long neck Budwiser bottle at Kruschev's car as the drove past going north to the Knowllwood Country Club for dinner.

I have in some cases a near idedic memory. But not for spelling. Go on a mission to England or Australia and it totally messes you up in that regard (lol).