lake
drive was long–I read Alice in Wonderland the entire
trip(s)
Shop(ping)
popcorn
Nana’s
drawing crazy ducks at
church
days
clouds
recess
Monkey
Island at the Memphis
Zoo
fried
night(s)
become
memories
become
us.
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?
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Musical Pairing:
In This World We Created, Queen
“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.” ― Oscar Wilde
Great one Talya! Perfect assessment of this very imperfect dilemma … :/
Thank you Kathy:)
Ditto, Kathy!
Wow! You’ve gone to preaching!! Good for you. Nice poem,too. New pattern? Your own invention? Impressive. I’m working on a new form: anaphora. It’s interesting, too.
I guess I was feeling the spirit this morning Pat:) All those church revivals – LOL. And with respect to the pattern, not sure what it is, just rambling thoughts, one leading into the next. Thanks for the comment!
Excellent!
I loved, loved this one. The format was interesting; I liked it. “Shouldn’t parents accept responsibility for not parenting?” You hit the nail on the head right there.B
Thanks B.
I had a lot of the same kind of wholesome memories from childhood that you did. My childhood didn’t include video games and all this crazy violence that kids today deal with. While I let my kids play video games, none of them that are allowed are the killing ones. I also am a real stickler for balance which means they need to be doing other things too. Great post.
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Getting people to reflect and think can’t be anything but helpful. Good one!
One of my most favorite posts on the subject. Well written!
Excellent post!
thanks for stopping by!
Very nicely done, Talya!
So well said.
Thank you!
A straightforward, reasonable argument regarding cause and effect. How many otherwise wonderful people have been obscured or misdirected by bad influence and bad habits? Great poem too!
I will be sharing this.
Thank you!
By the way Talya. I noticed your name in the comment list on my Millerwrites blog today, but I stupidly and accidentally deleted the comment before I read it! So sorry! And thanks for reading MY Dream.
Mike I tried to repost:)