Saturday is Memory Days

~Welcome to the Past of My Mind~

So, I have decided, as of right now and beyond, that every Saturday will be a day of remembering the past. The past is a tool for learning and moving foward. Not that I'm saying you should cling to the past, no, but you should hold on to ones that really made a difference. The memories that keep you happy, and the times that keep you sane, especially when things get tough.

Let us venture into my mind then. I shall go into my earliest memory! Um... let's see what is one thing that really changed my life at that time.

Ah Here we go!

I was about three years old. My family lived in a apartment, somewhere. There was a really big staircase that led to our apartment. Now at this time I am really frightful of heights. So I dreaded going up and down these stairs. Sometimes I would ask my mom or dad to pick me up and carry me up the stairs. Anyways, one day, my mom was making pancakes. I remember because the whole kitchen smelled like baking stuff and maple syrup. It was early in the morning, I think... So while my mom was cooking, and my sister's and I were waiting at the table, she wanted one of us to check if there was any mail yet. Actually she told my elder sister Ariane. But Ariane didn't want to go, so she whispered to me to go check.

Now, I knew I was afraid of the stairs, but at that time I adored my sister. I would do anything she told me. So I run to the door and was about to go down the stairs. After that, I just remember loud thumping noises, and pain. Apparently, from what I've heard from my family, I had tripped or something and fell down that 30 step staircase.

I remember waking up, my head was hurting and and started crying. My mom came, after hearing me, and started comforting me. I started feeling better, and my mom then wanted to take picture to celebrate something. Don't really remember what for however. I do remember however, my sisters Ling and Ariane laughing when they saw me. I thought 'maybe they just saw something funny.' So we took the pictures, while doing poses and what not. Then I felt like I had to use the bathroom, then, I saw what was so funny. I saw a big, brown, bruise in between my eyes. In other words on my bridge of my nose. It was huge! I'm not even joking. So I scream and start crying, asking what the heck happened.

Then my family told me what had happend. My mom too this day doesn't remember it though, and neither does anyone else.

That's the funny thing about memories. Sometimes you distort them to seem either more dramatic or pleasing. Sometimes, you might be the only one that remembers them. Why I remember this one, I don't really know.

However I like this memory, because it destroyed my feeling that I could do anything when I was younger. It made me more aware of dangers and harm. Also told me not to do something for someone else when a person didn't ask you to do it.

hahahaha

Memories, they play funny tricks on you. But you got to learn to embrace them. Learn from them, but don't just toss them aside.

"Live a lot, Love many, Laugh much."

Think about it, live it, or let it absorb.

 Question: Why do our memories change?

~Disconnecting from the Past~
Salazar De Almont