Family Ferry Ride
I have a memory from the first time we went on the ferry near my parents house. My brother was about to turn one.
I remember details from the day, like the smell of the salt water, the way the paint was chipped on the stairs, and watching my brother run around, but the weird thing is, my brother is 13 months older than me.
My mom, dad and brother did go on the ferry ride, and I guess technically I was there, but my mom was 7 months pregnant with me. What makes it more strange, I remember the colour of the boat, the colour of the stairs, and smaller details of it that you’d only know from looking at them.
That ferry stopped running when I was 3, we never took a trip over to the island again until I was 8, and there are no photos of the trip from my memory.
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