and post notes and photos about your poem like Keith Trestrail.
True story. The year was 1964 and I was 3 years old. The Savannah is a large park in central Port of Spain not far from where I lived. After visiting some friends and having a grand old time in their pool, my poor mother and father had sent me and my siblings home for an afternoon siesta but I was not in the mood to sleep! I was desperate to get back to that pool. How I got past my babysitter I don't know but fortunately I was spotted by a kind stranger and taken to the nearby radio station. There I was looking very sheepish in the newspaper the next day wondering what all the fuss was about!