Another vivid memory from a three year old's short stay in that rental house. A rabbit used to drink from the drippy water spigot in the backyard. I remember my father's mother peeking out the window and calling me over to see it. That must have been the first rabbit I ever saw and the excitement lingers; but when I reexamine this memory, I discover that it was not seeing the rabbit that made the story stick in my mind. It was that, in the moment, she was present, we connected, and in showing me the rabbit, I could feel, and can still feel, my Grandma's thrill in sharing the world with me.