Seize her. Time to measure me. Look at a deeper, truer image. Memory from 68 years past. Imagination, hearsay, mystery, photographs. Unsaid words, uncluttered thoughts, driven by the wind, caressed by the sun. I see a bony framed child on a bike. I see a monster beside me. Be still. I am so afraid. I see an insecure adolescent. I see a sad faced girl - confused. Who is she?