I am modeling how good readers make connections. I am remembering a baby grey whale, which used to swim alongside the ferry on our daily commute.
From beneath the dark, turbulent waters a pale blue shape emerges. I smell tar and seaweed.
“What’s the Puget Sound?” someone asks, and Google has the answer. It is a place on a map. It is the home of orca whales, river otters, squids and (apparently) the world’s largest octopus.
I point to the island where I grew up. They want to see my childhood home, and I zoom into Google Earth. “Where is it?” V asks. I point to the house that raised my sisters and I. “Oh,” she says, “I thought it was a big rock.”
I look again, but I see frog catching, tree climbing, barbecuing and fireworks.