In the last week I have had a few memories bubble to the surface.
Not bad in the least these are great ones.
All involve my bff.
Last Friday she and her sister lost their dad.
Thankfully he did not suffer and went peacefully.
C is my bestest friend in the entire world. Galaxy. Universe.
She is my longest relationship and always will be.
I adore and love her.
We met in grade 6. 11 years old.
I talked a lot.
She listened. And got into trouble for it.
So did I though.
I am fairly confident that my ability to spell well comes from the fact that for the entire second half of grade 6
I had to stay after school at least once a week due to misbehaviour. Had to copy out a lot of words.
I do not have a lot of whole memories.
There are gaps.
I know why so will not dwell.
However in the last week I have had two memories bubble to the surface.
Both about C’s parents. And her birthday.
Which lead me to reflect that I have only one clear memory of a birthday.
And it involved C and another friend of ours.
Regardless despite my regression this post is about memories.
How sometimes the good ones are still stored in there with the bad.
They become jarred loose with the right stimuli.
C’s dad laughed at us.
C’s mom had to honk the horn to let driver’s know she was coming through the intersection…..
due to sudden torrential rains the brakes on the station wagon were water logged.
My birthday saw a corny horror movie….boys in the night (not like that lol a tale for a different day)
Cat scaring bejesus outta one of them…..saw the sun come up or it just had….I am recalling pinkish hues lol
Also could be fantasy in the last part.
Memories.
Good.
Bad.
Ugly.
They are there.
In our brains.
Waiting for release.
©July 1/20
Picture is my own
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