MEMORIES ARE FUNNY LITTLE THINGS

xmaas (51)in #family • 9 years ago

I have an interesting mind. I can recall things most people cannot (According to the people I've spoken with. I've asked many adults for their earliest memories to see if they can recall anything as detailed and haven't found one yet, but I know I'm not alone in this. There has to be somebody, after all there's over seven billion people on the planet now.) but sometimes I'm completely blank on a subject. For instance, I remember breastfeeding and being made to change over to formula in a bottle. I remember being held in my mother's arms as she layed back in bed against a bunch of pillows, propped up with one pillow under each arm's elbow. In my mind it's like looking at a moving meme, or short detailed film. It plays over and over. I was having my meal and she was reading a book to me, though I cannot recall which one. Most likely The Little Engine That Could, but I am not sure on that. What I do remember is her soft voice, the smell of her skin, the gentle caresses and soothing sounds. Not much about it, but that's quite remarkable compared to most people I've spoken with. I could describe it in greater detail, but I think I'll leave those private for suitability.

I remember wearing my red flannel onesie to my grandfather's grave in Dallas. It was sunny with partly cloudy skies and a breeze and there was a pond where we would feed the ducks. Somewhere there was a photo of that day. I remember my mother standing on the small hill/hump that was surrounding the pond, looking down at me as I played chase the ducks. Her white shoes brilliant against the lush green grass. She was only 5'3", but she was a giant to me. At the time, all I remember thinking of her were simplistic thoughts, like, mommy, happy and sad, curly hair, smiling, glasses, warm, loving, perfume. It is both a blessing and a curse, because while I can remember these memories and relive them in my head, depending on my mood at the time I can be strengthened by them or be completely miserable. Happy or sad. Some would call that by another name, but it's more than any label one could ascribe. It's so.. human.