I can still hear....

One of my first memories as a child was when we lived in our old house in Virginia. I had a favorite stuffed rabbit and I always used to hold her and suck on my two little fingers. I can still hear my mom called for me to see where I was and if I was sucking my fingers again.
A very pretty sound that I can still hear is the sound of the ocean. The blue waves lapping on the shore while I swung in a hammock underneath two palm trees on a hot day in Cancun, Mexico. I can still hear the sounds of gray dolphins, I could even hear their friendly clicks while underwater. Its sounds like these that I wish I could recall on freezing days and wrap around me like a warm fuzzy blanket. But I love snow too.
Actually the loudest sound that I remember is silence. I can still hear the silence one summer day when a car slammed into the side of our van. I can't recall a word said. Only silence. I also can still hear the silence in a small green car driving through Laffayette as my Mom announced to the family that Dad had cancer. I remember no words, just my mom's brown eyes brimming over in tears.