They lived in Navy family housing, with lots of other young families.
There was a steep hill that was fun to ride down on a sled made of a trashcan lid, which ended in a bank that they would crash into, which would absorb their landing.
I think there were icicles. Huge icicles. I remember photographs.
Mom said it was a very hard time. She spoke obliquely about seeing things, terrible things. Blood on the windowscreens. The place was haunted, or something terrible had happened there and she glimpsed the psychic remnants.
Once, she accused me of not preparing her for motherhood. “You were such a blasé child. But…you had a hard time, when you were young.” The way she said it reminded me of the story about the bloody screens and I wondered if her vision had been less a result of spirits, and more of guilt.
I don’t have many memories before kindergarten, but an impression of darkness.