drive was long–I read Alice in Wonderland the entire
drawing crazy ducks at
Island at the Memphis
These are a few of my random childhood memories layered like tree rings. Flashes, mere seconds in my life, vividly remembered years later. Each comes with a smell or a sound or a taste. Peel them back to find my thoughts, attitudes, opinions. Peel them back to find me.We have no control over what we remember. What sticks and what doesn’t?
Not all of my memories are strawberry-cupcake-filled. There were not-so-perfect memories too, those that sometimes kept me up at night. And regular run-of-the-mill life moments, easily forgotten. The sum of my life experiences furnished me with a love for reading and nature and cooking and family and home.
What if instead of coming home from school to peanut butter crackers and Gilligan’s Island, I played Grand Theft Auto Vice City. Every day for years…
What if instead of attending church revival on hot summer days, I spent weeks holed up in my dark bedroom playing Hitman?
What if instead of checking out Nancy Drew books at the library, I checked out Splatterhouse?Would I be the same person?
Grace Grits and Gardening
In This World We Created, Queen
“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.” ― Oscar Wilde