Seed of memory

I took the dogs to New Aberdour beach this morning and I saw this heron taking off.
It reminded me of when we were children, we used to spread our arms like this and pretend we were aeroplanes. We never managed to take off!
Another lovely day.
I was just saying to someone yesterday, that when I was a young boy, the tar seemed to melt on the streets. One day, I thought that since it looked like treacle, it might taste like it, so I gave it a try.
My mother had to spend ages using butter to remove it from my mouth!,
Here's the title.
What a voice.