Sneaker 01: First Memory

FIRST MEMORY

Clay: Black and White Porcelain

This is my first memory.

My brother came running through the back door, screaming and crying.

His head was bleeding.

Neighbours had thrown stones at him.

I don't remember everything.

I remember the fear.

I remember the blood.

I remember him coming through that door.

The shoe is collapsed, held together with copper wire like stitches.

Some memories don't need words. They leave a mark.