The Children of the Commons

For children younger than eight, few of those early memories persist. I remember straining to remember my parents. But i only ever had impressions or a faint snatch of a smell. Maybe we shouldn't keep running. The child suggests, we're very far away from the commons now. We don't have any food. Would you like water? He takes it after a moment's consideration, and chugs it. When he's done, he looks down at it thoughtfully. Will they have bottles of water where we are going? That's what impressed me at first. It took my mind off the madness of my situation. Asked about the scar on my upper arm, thut whon