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remnants12/3/01I've been thinking about some of the fabulous things I got to do, most of which were a little over a year ago, and for a minute I had to stop and wonder if it really happened to me, or if they're things I chanced to dream. Do you know what I mean? Can it really be that I, who am so obsessed with remembering all these happy little moments, have lost some of the most important memories I've made? It doesn't bode well for the rest of my life - if I can't even retain things from one year to the next, how will I make it to where I can tell my kids about those crazy things their mom did when she was their age, and how her first kiss felt, and what the world was like back in the stone age? Call me paranoid, but these memories, these 'best years of my life,' are a big deal for me. I'm scrapbooking like crazy, but it doesn't preserve all the little pictures I have in my head of Noxontown Pond at sunset or my nephews when they still loved Legos. |
