Reminiscing

Reminiscing. 

I've been doing a lot of it. I don't know if it is the approaching birthday that has let loose these torrents of memories that constantly flood my mind. They come crashing down at every little rest my constantly buzzing mind takes. Of course they are not distasteful at all. In fact, all of them are fond fond memories of my childhood. 

Sometimes I wonder at the clarity of these memories. They are as clear as a wiped glass yet the very same is frosted over. I don't even know if its possible. But then again, I tell myself, the world is full of contradictions and dichotomies and all possibilities exist.

The flow of my thought is erratic. I know. It shows in my writing, and if one would hear me in a conversation, it shows in it as well. One short string of thought catches on to another stray string much too easily. 

This is how I now find  myself now thinking about how the idea of memories flooding back to me, while not distasteful, makes me come to a very unwelcoming realization- I am no longer young. A lot of people would disagree- those well above my age. But it think it is the same feeling a 30 year old person experiences when they see someone 10 years younger than them. and to them too there will be those saying, "Tch! YOU sare still young! In the prime of your life!". 

So while I do know that I am RELATIVELY young, I am at the same time, no longer young. The idea is subjective really. So while I am feeling miserable feeling old, the very same cause for my misery becomes a source of joy. It makes me realize what a rich and fulfilling childhood I've had. I have so so many memories, wonderful memories of being a child- in the true sense of the word. 

Thus, I've been reminiscing a lot. Tracing my memories. Going as far back as I can. So I decided to make a project out of it. To write a blog starting with my earliest memory. This is like an intro to it... he he he he.

I'll begin shortly. when I'm done. Reminiscing that is. One tends to get lost in it.

Reminiscing

There's a place within our hearts
Where we keep our favorite memories,
The ones that never fail to make us smile --
And when life becomes too hectic
It's such a special feeling
To close our eyes and reminisce awhile.

Amanda Bradley