Tom: The first bubble I remember was when I was a boy, probably 7 years old. I had an aunt who had come to visit from far away and I adored her. She was an aunt but just a teenager and the novelty of that was huge. She liked kids and happily played with us. At one moment, she and I stood in the sunshine while she dipped a plastic wand into the glass jar of bubbles she'd bought at the store. I watched as she blew streams of bubbles into the sunshine. The colors were magical but so were her lips and her laugh. I remember my heart thumping ... that and what must have been the warmth of the sun is deeply embedded in my memory ... individual bubbles splitting off from the long stream that emerged as she blew."
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