How do you remember moments in your life – what is your process for bringing your memories back to life?
Do you think the memories you have of your life from your yesterdays are an honest recollection – or do you think that they change with every re-telling?
in your opinion how deep is your long termmemory?
What are some of yourvery first memories?
Funny that this is the question today…David loves looking at pictures, he does it all the time. I found that I have a hard time sometimes just because of all the loses I have had. Memories, especially this time of year, are hard for me. Yes, they bring about good memories but they also bring sadness knowing that some of them are the only memories I will ever have. I think when I want to remember I try to envision myself in the moment I am trying to think of. This helps me think with clarity. If I can recall myself in the situation I feel like my recollections are quite accurate. That being said, it’s all my interpretation isn’t it?
I can recall things from when I was probably three or four years old. I remember going to a babysitter’s house and sitting on the top bunk of the bunkbed they had. I remember a different babysitter that had hens and I was allowed to go look for eggs. I also remember she had channel 56 on her television and that channel had all the good cartoons during the week! Bugs Bunny, Sylvester and Tweety…I remember the first day of school in my new kindergarten class and being scared out of my mind but my friend Sarah dragged me in and told me it was fun. We had chocolate milk for snack. I have tons of bits and pieces and it is fun when all of a sudden I remember something totally new. Who knows if the memories are accurate? I don’t have anyone to really confirm one way or another. That’s life…
Are you serious are you straight? that guy you know the one you hate his name is Frank and he’s the best I’m being candid He’s passed the test He does the most with what he’s got go ahead just one more shot You’ll like him then and you will see He’s not as lazy as he used to be.
Dressing up is such a drag from ruby slippers to some old rag I’d rather stay in home in bed Than face the night with so much dread but this year was a new one yet my hubby knew I’d change, I bet And so we went to costume shops To find the wig, the shoes, the props And when we finally were done I guess my hubby knew he’d won we’re going on a booze cruise later along the inland, there might be gators Maybe I’ll get drunk and fall or maybe not and have a ball but either way I’m sort of glad for this idea my hubby had.
Once when I was younger I made a big mistake I told my dad and mother the tattoo there was fake my mother she believed me my father he did not and so now she just smiled from dad, the look I got! He chased me to my bedroom as I hid underneath the bed He reached and grunted loudly he was so close to my head I scooted out the back side and jumped into a run I know I’d be in trouble if he went and got his gun!