The white haze

I have a lot of memories of before I was 3 years old and a few from when I was real tiny. The very first memory I have I must have been weeks old at most because I couldn't see.

All that there was, was just, you might call it white haze. I just really couldn't see.

Posted By: Roger Steinbach
Happy family man, Downers Grove, Illinois

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