Iing down these recolles of my early years so far removed from their unfolding, I am fooled, as all are, by time itself. My parents, long gone from my world, live again. The redcoated woma only once, abides more persistently in mind than what I did yesterday or whether I had thistles and honey or elder-berries for breakfast. My sisters, now grown into their middle years, are ever infants to me, two matg cherubs, ris of curls, chubby and helpless as cubs. Memory, which so founds our waking life with anticipation a, may well be our orue earthly solatioime slips out of joint.
My first nighttime foray into the woods left me exhausted. I burrowed beh a heap of coats and blas and furs, and by midday, a fever burned. Zanzara brought me a cup of hot tea and a bowl of nasty broth, or-derio "drink, drink, sip it." But I could not stomach a single swallow. No matter how many layers they heaped upon me, I could not get warm. By nightfall, I shook untrollably with ……（内容加载失败！）
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