Do you remember!We ran all about together and drank from little falls.Formed by the brown corrugated roofs, that housed my mother’s kitchen under the torrential rain Our hands together we danced to the rhythm of the falling rain.And my joy was to see us happy together. We skied together stag necked!At the slope behind your thatched house in the slippery joyful mud pounded red by our bare feet. And hid together from high-handed, Fathers, who wasted no time to chastise our wrong,It never matter whose father it was but today we are because they were. We hunted together! And your father’s ranting at me...