What is one of your most vivid childhood memories? How young were you on this occasion? I have a memory and I also a special keepsake of the experience. It was during one of our summer vacations when my family spent a week down the shore with my aunt and her kids. I was sitting as still as I could as the warm evening sea breezes filled the open shop on the Atlantic City Boardwalk where an artist named Louis Levine drew sketches.
Though I dare not move my eyes and remained motionless in the chair, my senses were heightened. I could hear the sound of feet strolling along the boards outside the shop. I noticed the smells from the nearby eateries. Pizza. Popcorn. Roasting peanuts.
An artist worked at his easel, his eyes darting back and forth from me to his sketch pad and his hands moving rapidly with his chalk. Sitting there for what seemed like a very long time for a five year old was not nearly as uncomfortable as what I could feel and see out of the corner of my eye. An ever growing group of people were gathering to watch this man bring life to a blank page with an image of me. The shop became crowded and I was anxious to be finished.
Louis Levine completed his sketch and the crowd acknowledged his talent. And I was ready for cotton candy, still wondering what all the fuss was about.