memories

I like to describe memories as a painting of your past. Sometimes the paintings portray happiness, sadness, confusion, anger, or boredom. However, only you can see the painting and know the emotion is portrays. Others may have the same memory, just from their perspective. While you may think the painting portrays happiness from your point of view, the other person sees it as sadness from their perspective.

Imagine four kids ages 8-11 running around in a large yard surrounded by barns and corn fields across the road. The sky is turning black and the are throwing snap dragons at a blue school bus on a gravel pavement in front of a barn. Then change the image to the same kids running around with sparklers with a campfire burning nearby. This is my favorite memory. It's a painting in my mind that shows me at my happiest. The four children are my brother (Allen), my two cousins (Madison and Kaitlin), and me. We were at my Uncle Jeff's house for the Fourth of July and we were just having fun.

Now imagine yourself with a five-year-old golden retriever during the winter. You are throw a tennis ball and the dog chases it, throwing piles of snow behind her with every stride. She returns the ball and falls on the pavement of your driveway without making another movement. Then change the scene so you are crying in your mom's arms in the middle of your kitchen after she told you that your dog had fallen dead in front of your eyes. That is a painting in my mind of sadness, confusion, anger, and guilt.

I have been meaning to post this for awhile, but never had the guts to due to the second memory... :/

side note: this is my favorite post i have made on this blog

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