California II

I lived in California for five years. These years saw the birth of my younger brother, the death of my best friend at the time, none of which I remember. In five years time, I have four memories. And only one of those is a good memory. My mother and I were driving and I remember the sun beaming down and it was hot out. Yet, I looked up in the sky and I saw mountains that were snowcapped. I can only imagine the wonder and amazement my eyes showed to my mother when I asked "how?" My mom explained the whole thing to me as best she could to this little kid sitting next to her and for the moment and still today, I remember that instance of serenity and just being happy.
As for the rest of my life in California, I have relied heavily on family, aunts and uncles to tell me things that they know. I can't help but wonder, when they relay these disgusting things to me, why they left me there. It was an era of "we don't discuss". All I can say now as an adult, if I knew things were happening to a child somewhere in my family, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN A DISCUSSION.
I will end today with one of my other memories. Now you will have heard of three of the four. I almost drown in the Pacific Ocean. All I really remember is that all but my little hand was under water. My father saved me. Those words make no sense to me. To this day I am left wondering, why? Why did you save me?