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Tuesday, 14 June 2011
This rhino reminds me of a birthday party I was preparing for Adam.
My boys were big fans of themed parties.
A papier mache head, fashioned after the gorilla from the Tarzan movie, was to be the pinata.
We all sat around the crafting table set up in the kitchen meticulously applying heavily glued strips of newsprint to a blown up balloon.
About 8 minutes in, the balloon exploded, and papier mache and glue was on us, the floor, the cupboards, the ceiling. Everywhere.
I was astonished at the force at which it blew. We all shrieked and then were silent.
This is one memory that doesn't mellow over time.
I read somewhere that everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don’t have film. For this one I have film.