Life... Health... Reviews...

Monday, February 11, 2008

I remember when...

I was 10 years old when I began keeping a journal. It was a locked diary that I received from my brother, who is nine years older than me, for my birthday. That diary was probably the beginning of my love for writing, but it was also the beginning of my love to record events and everyday occurrences in my life.

Recently I was talking to an old friend who said they remember something I had told them years ago and I didn't remember it. I don't even believe it's true so I committed to reading my old journals to find out. I didn't start from 1979, but I did start in 1988. That's years before the alleged event, but I couldn't resist.

I'm amazed at how many things are in these journals that I don't remember and how many things that I do, but not in that great of detail. My memory tells me that there's a certain man that I didn't really like that much, but when I read my journal I learn that I fell in love with him almost immediately. That was probably one of the most surprising things.

There are also the souvenirs that I've forgotten. I've kept everything from a fake I.D. I got when I was 18 or 19 (so I could gamble at the casinos in Atlantic City -- I even forgot I had gone) to several cards, a ring! and dried flowers from a guy I dated when I was in the Air Force.

One of the sweetest memories that I'll never forget, but that rushed back in full detail was the moment I found out I was pregnant with my first child. It was November 5, 1990, and although the circumstances weren't the best -- it was one of the happiest moments in my life.

There are other memories: lists of gifts I received, class I took, friends I met, men I dated, women who married and had babies, parties I went to, clubs I partied at and how I spent my holidays. Some things bring broad smiles to my face, some things cause me to laugh out loud or chuckle with glee and then there are the things that make me a little pensive, a little sad... but I guess the best thing is looking back in the time capsule and finding out who I used to be, what I liked to do and how I viewed the world.

I’m hoping to find this event my friend told me about, but in the meantime I’m enjoying the fun ride that’s filled with memories, surprises and amazement. It's great to know that as my memory fades I can look back in my journals and think "I remember when..."
Blogger Template Created by pipdig