Talking with a baby deer

One of my earliest memories is from when I was too little to stand up by myself and couldn't talk. What I remember is sleeping in my crib and how, first thing in the morning, I would feel a warm beam of sunshine on me, and I would "talk" with a baby deer.

This is so funny, because for years I thought it was just a fantasy, you know, a "baby memory," but then later—looking at photographs—I saw that there was actually a picture of a faun hanging on the wall next to my crib. I can't remember any conversations, but I do remember "communicating."

I have always carried this memory with me, and to this day, the warmth of the sun gives me a sense of well-being and calm.

Posted By: Julie D.