Some see just things, but I see memories in them memories that tickle me and have their own taste someone becomes my sweet choco-chip cookie while someone else lives in that savory cracker Tea and Biscuit are like hand and glove. They just have to be together. For me that special biscuit is Marie round biscuit and it sits never alone on my plate. That opaque Marie transmutes itself into a mirror reflecting the smiling face of someone I love and miss so much. This stream of happy memories takes me back to my childhood. The key stored inside this Marie cookie opens the lock of that otherwise cornered memory inside my high traffic mind. Just like any other little girl, I used to live in my own chimera world. Early on I developed this habit of associating people with things. Apparently, it served the purpose of easy identification of some one when I didn't know their name. So there was one 'orange candy' Aunt, One 'story book' friend of ...