I can barely remember one time in ...

I can barely remember one time in my life when the light had as much power through the whole extent of me as it did in Senegal. I was four. We were sitting onward our porch in Decatur, Indiana, my sister, myself, sum of two units neighbor kids, and my dad. It was Sunday. My father had brought a cardboard coachman's seat out of the garage and placed it in the middle of our forehead yard. With his pocket knife he had punched openings in the box. Then he leaned it in succession a baseball bat in such a manner that it faced the sunny place He explained to us with his couple fists circling around each other, calling united the sun and the other the month that one could gain in front of ...