Well, I have all sorts of memories from when I was younger, I just can't remember some of them. Or sometimes I remember but its only for that day or something like that.
Anyways, one of my favourite memories is from when I was very, VERY little and my mom had taken me to my grandma's brothers house (who I guess the family doesn't talk to at all.) and I can see an outline of my uncle standing outside of his house by the door and it was late at night and there is only a porch light on and... its like a pile of partially chopped wood to the side with an axe leaning against it and he's waving goodbye. I like this memory because its just... its like a dream, but I know its not because I told my mom about it one time and she told me that it wasn't a dream, that we actually did go to his house once a really, really long time ago and she was surprised that I could remember that. I don't know how to explain it. It just think about it all the time.
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I too like those memories that are hazy, but in bits and pieces. I don't usually remember dialogue, but pictures stay with me and that's pretty ideal. Sometimes, what people say can ruin a moment, right? So, if I just have the evening sky and my grandparents porch and me running around trying to catch lightning bugs...well, that's pretty cool.
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