| Wednesday, February 01, 2006 |
| Memories....Oh, sweet Memories! |
| To remember things, is a great gift. I have always believed in this. It is amazing the things the human mind can retain. From the simplest thing, to the most complex equations, or foreign languages. I recall so much from my childhood, my teenage years, and my recent adulthood. I have forgotten that I used to be childless, loveless, and independent. That I used to survive off of M&M's and Chilli Cheese Fritos, with a Sprite everyday. I forgot that I used to run out in the hallways to meet all my friends briefly and pass notes. That I was childish. That I used to play with matchbox cars outside in the mud. That I used to wish this boy I had a crush on would kiss me. I always wanted my first kiss to be magical. I used to make-out for hours at the bowling alley when I was 13. I used to sneak makeup on, and remove it before I got home. That I would smoke at the tender age of 12, thinking I was too "grown-up" for myself. I visualize playing double dutch for hours. Sneaking out of my house at ungodly hours to go to clubs. That I used to "pop-wheelies" on my bike. That I used to have a perma-blue mouth from the blueberry snow cones, that I devoured. And today as I sat upstairs and busied myself with work, I recollected all this. I evoke how the sun shone around me. Watching the bees dance in between the green blades of grass in my backyard. I remember my rabbit, and how soft it's fur was. I imagine myself at age 15 crying on my dog's shoulder when I had no one else to talk to. Scavenging in empty houses, and playing softball in my backyard with the neighborhood kids. The cold Kool-aid we would drink, and the red mustaches we would all have. I envision the merry-go-round, rusted and useless and how much fun we used to have running between the tree trunks, the sand, and the beautiful sloping hills accross from my school. I faintly summon up the smell of the dugout as we waited until it was our turn to bat. I can see all these things and places and times as though they were the present. I can reminisce every smell that I grew up with. I conjure up images from all my stages and phases in life and see how much I have changed, yet stayed the same. So, I know that as we grow we tend to overlook those things that made us happy. The things that delight us. I forget to bask in the sunshine. I neglect to have a blueberry snowcone, or to run around with my arms out and wide into the rolling hills of grass. I am trying so hard to be "grown-up" that I have forgotten how I've gotten here. And how fun the trip has been. |
posted by The Devil @ 2:29 PM  |
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yeah. days long past are so good....15 havin Stone Cold Steve Austin give me the finger at an autograph signing. good times good times.
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WOW you are soo hot. Dont tell Randy!!!!!!!!
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You 2 are fucking crazy, Spec, you need to put your dick in my mouth, don't be flirting with other people, your mine!
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hahaha...dick in mouth...funny stuff...spec pumpin with little grasshopper actionfigure penis
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LOL!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SOO FUCKIN STUPID! THAT IS FUCKIN TOO FUNNY!!! And I do have an actionfigure penis.
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yeah...action figure....kungfu grip. hmmmm...grip...wait a minute wasn't the original purpose of this post to be about happy memories. not talks about penis's and rc's milf.
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yeah. days long past are so good....15 havin Stone Cold Steve Austin give me the finger at an autograph signing. good times good times.