It’s almost 2010. I’ll be 25 years old in February. I don’t even remember the ’80s. Seriously, I remember none of that decade. Well, except for when my sister had a glass vase dropped on her as an infant by the manager of a Marshall’s, which had to have happened in either ’88 or ’89. I remember how it sounded, the way she screamed, my mom crying, the ride in the ambulance, the feeling of relief that she was ok. I can even still picture the manager’s face despite never seeing him again.
My memories, no matter how old, are so strong that they link with tangible senses. I can smell my Aunt Lili’s perfume just by picturing her face. I vividly remember the sick (in a good way), nervous feeling in my gut when my husband leaned in and kissed me for the first time while sitting at a red light in Philly (at approximately 3:30 am on June 9, 2007 – ha). I feel the burn in my knee when I remember sliding down my gravel driveway after I feel off my bike. I still feel safe, warm and comforted when I think of my dad hugging me.
Memories are incredible. The fact that my brain can trigger physical (or at least seemingly physical) reactions from memory amazes me every time.
What are some of your strongest memories? How do they stimulate your senses?
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