Saturday, April 14, 2012

M is for Memories

This is probably another generic title but I figured why not go for it :P.  We all have memories that will stick with us until the end.  Good or bad, they will be apart of us.  One of the memories I miss the most has to be living in my hometown.  That was the time in my life where things were innocent and calm.  Now don't get me wrong things happened but when I think about it, overall things were mellow.  I was a strange child, according to my father.  And when I look back.. I completely agree.  I would often play outside on the trampoline with myself.  I would pretend I was in some sort of movie and I would act out all the characters.  Sometimes I even pretended I was in track and I would do the high jump.. because in the trampoline... anything is possible.  And how could I forget my stuffed animals!  It was funny because I imagined they were characters in a movie as well.  I would pretend they were in an action film packed with dramatic scenes.  Or I would play school with them.  I have no idea why I'm even sharing this in the first place because it sounds awkward!  Alright the last thing I mostly did when I was smaller was playing with pencils and pens.  And yes I would give them names and pretend they were in reality t.v. shows or school.  I guess I could agree I was unusual... but I was small so I have an excuse!  

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  1. Sounds like the signs of a vivid imagination. When I was younger (but a long time after I was young) I liked to go for long walks by myself down by the seashore. Walking across the beach I would pretend that the beach was another planet, and the outcrops of rocks whole continents, with seas and lakes (the rockpools). How strange is that? :)

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  2. It's good to wander through memories

    Just popping in for the A-Z Challenge. New follower :)

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  3. Memories sustain us so keep them handy at all times.

    You remind me of my son. He started collecting stuffed animals when he was about 4 years old. He has hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes. Each one was given a name and a birth date. He placed them on the floor, around the perimeter of his room, and every night, he slept with a different animal. He'd take it out of line and put a space keeper pillow it its place. He remembered each animal's name, birthday, and where he got him. He still has all those animals. Refuses to give them away. He's 17 now, ready to fly off to college in the fall, but it's only been a few years since he last performed this ritual. I miss that. It shall remain a treasured memory as my little bird finally flies the nest.

    I'm a new follower via the A to Z. Nice to meet you!

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    1. I can totally relate to him not wanting to give them away. Just makes you want to sigh at how fast time passes.

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  4. okay your like, my twin or something because I did the same thing ( sometime still doo.. oh god.) I nearly failed one grade because I was playing with pen and erasers as characters of a si-fi story.

    I also hold my memories dearly, I have a box full or random rocks, that when I look at them I can remember every thing link to them part of my life I didn't want to forget, I grab a rock, hold it in my palm and just.. mentally link the memory to it.

    HI from another challenge btw, and now follower

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    1. Dang we must be! I still have things that I refuse to throw away because I have dear memories with them! Hey we still do the same thing because we're cool like that.

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