My mother, whom I love, figures that it would be a good idea if I shared more of my memories. Or came up with some kind of time line of family history. The only problem is that I have a very hard time time lining my past. And the further back I go the more messed up my memories become. And there are of course the memories which are not really mine, just things that were told to me over and over and over, until I almost remember it.
Point in fact. When I was little, talking and I think just walking. My family was on a vacation. I was obviously a very tired and rather demanding two or three year old. Anyways, I happened to see a horse drawn carriage, and I demanded a ride. I begged and pleaded for that ride, and probably even cried. Lucky for me my parents decided it was worth it, or they got tired of me and gave in, any ways I got to ride behind that horse. Of course I fell asleep right afterwards, which seems to be typical for me. Beg and plead until you get it, and that once its gone, its no more fun. Nap time!
I also struggle with my memory because like all people who like to tell stories, I tend to make them more into tall tales. Or at least make them 'better'. With a family as close as mine, it is easy to share in great stories, great moment, which fall flat when explained to others. Inside jokes, inside stories. Like pants being hungry. There are times when all of us are around the kitchen table eating, that we laugh more than we eat. My parents give us a hard time, but can not help but become a part of the craziness. Yet outside my family I do not think of my self as a comedian, my timing only seems works with my family. I swear I could write a sitcom about my family, but I have no idea how to write that much crazy.
Well over the next couple of days you might all hear some rather strange memory stories... just for my mothers sake...
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