Well going through the memories in my mind, Ive found some great memories and some not so great memories.
But in a lifetime of memories I realize there are some I reflect on more often than others, and perhaps a few of my memories may be better suited for others, and perhaps they may get more out of them than I do. So, I am offering some of my memories for sale to help un-clutter my mind and create some space for events in the future.
First off, for sale is a memory of my first car. It got great gas mileage and after an upgrade to the audio....it sounded great. Along with this however is the ticket I got at 3am, from a cop who drove from 3 blocks away because he could hear the "BOOM" of the bass that far away. Now there were no noise ordinance laws for car stereos at that time (1990) so they had to give me a ticket for being a public nuisance. Not the last time I would be accused of that, in or out of a car.
Next we have the first time I got engaged to be married. Her name was Erica. She told me she was pregnant, and of course I wanted to do the right thing. I remember holding her hand, getting on one knee and giving her a ring. I remember just simply asking her "You know, I think we are wonderful together and Id like to make that forever." But along with this memory you also have to take the one of her calling me and telling me she was in California, just 1 week after we had been engaged and she was not coming back. Also that she had a tubal pregnancy...and she would have to get an abortion...and then finding out years later that she did not, and had the child without my knowledge and not wanting me to be a part of that child's life.
Well here's another one that may be a big seller, how about my first kiss. Her name was Erica, I was 18 and in tech school for the Air Force at Lowry AFB, CO. I was training on the 3am to 11am shift, and she was a 3pm to midnight shift. We had just decided to hang out that night after she got off and I was waiting in the common room and at 12:15 she came in to meet me after getting out of her uniform and wearing a pink half-shirt, cut off jeans and slip on sandals. We relaxed and when the video for Mariah Carey's (a brand new artist at the time) Vision of Love came on. We just snuggled in, and before I knew it we were kissing. Now with memory you also have to take being sooooo tired for my 3-11am shift that I feel asleep, caused an accident and had to work weekend detail, where Erica found the comfort of another while I was working my ass off....but another good memory with this will her friend Katrina, who also had weekend duty broke me the news, just before a liplock of our own.
You know what, I just realized with every "good memory" comes a bad one. It seems we always reflect upon the good thoughts, the good times...yet show no reverence for the bad times, which often times has had more influence on the way we turned out.
All of the things I was wanting to clear my mind of would also lead to getting rid of something that actually has shaped the person I am more than a "happy thought".
So, unfortunately I will have to put a "NEXT WEEK" sign on my mental garage sale. Nothing yet I see I want to get rid of. But It will be a Sunday Special....so check back next week.
Rob
But in a lifetime of memories I realize there are some I reflect on more often than others, and perhaps a few of my memories may be better suited for others, and perhaps they may get more out of them than I do. So, I am offering some of my memories for sale to help un-clutter my mind and create some space for events in the future.
First off, for sale is a memory of my first car. It got great gas mileage and after an upgrade to the audio....it sounded great. Along with this however is the ticket I got at 3am, from a cop who drove from 3 blocks away because he could hear the "BOOM" of the bass that far away. Now there were no noise ordinance laws for car stereos at that time (1990) so they had to give me a ticket for being a public nuisance. Not the last time I would be accused of that, in or out of a car.
Next we have the first time I got engaged to be married. Her name was Erica. She told me she was pregnant, and of course I wanted to do the right thing. I remember holding her hand, getting on one knee and giving her a ring. I remember just simply asking her "You know, I think we are wonderful together and Id like to make that forever." But along with this memory you also have to take the one of her calling me and telling me she was in California, just 1 week after we had been engaged and she was not coming back. Also that she had a tubal pregnancy...and she would have to get an abortion...and then finding out years later that she did not, and had the child without my knowledge and not wanting me to be a part of that child's life.
Well here's another one that may be a big seller, how about my first kiss. Her name was Erica, I was 18 and in tech school for the Air Force at Lowry AFB, CO. I was training on the 3am to 11am shift, and she was a 3pm to midnight shift. We had just decided to hang out that night after she got off and I was waiting in the common room and at 12:15 she came in to meet me after getting out of her uniform and wearing a pink half-shirt, cut off jeans and slip on sandals. We relaxed and when the video for Mariah Carey's (a brand new artist at the time) Vision of Love came on. We just snuggled in, and before I knew it we were kissing. Now with memory you also have to take being sooooo tired for my 3-11am shift that I feel asleep, caused an accident and had to work weekend detail, where Erica found the comfort of another while I was working my ass off....but another good memory with this will her friend Katrina, who also had weekend duty broke me the news, just before a liplock of our own.
You know what, I just realized with every "good memory" comes a bad one. It seems we always reflect upon the good thoughts, the good times...yet show no reverence for the bad times, which often times has had more influence on the way we turned out.
All of the things I was wanting to clear my mind of would also lead to getting rid of something that actually has shaped the person I am more than a "happy thought".
So, unfortunately I will have to put a "NEXT WEEK" sign on my mental garage sale. Nothing yet I see I want to get rid of. But It will be a Sunday Special....so check back next week.
Rob
