Memories.

It is true, some people have amazing memories and they have the ability, to recall specific instances, or flashbacks of their lives in great and vivid detail.  Sometimes these vivid memories go back many years, to when they are just a small child.  I of course, am not one of those people.  I have a hard time remembering what I had for dinner the night before, or where I went a week ago, and sometimes it is a little upsetting not being able to recall times of my childhood or parts of my life that made me, me.  I suppose with great thought and effort I could jump start a few old memories, but it would take some sort of trigger for this to happen.  At most I can pull very hazy almost faded like pictures out of my memory of times in my child hood, so I think this a good place to start.  I can remember being in Disney World in Florida as a very small child, standing there next to my stroller.  It was a double wide stroller because it was meant for both my sister and I, and I was in a small little red baseball cap.  With some sort of blonde looking bowl cut for my hair style.  I am standing there in the Magic Kingdom, with one hand holding onto the stroller, posing for the picture.  I cannot remember what happened prior to or after that picture was taken, but it is one of my somewhat vivid memories of my childhood.  Another memory of my child brings me back to the back yard of my old house.  I was outside I had laid eyes on a praying mantis, which at the time I had no idea was.  I got down on my hands and knees and put my face really close to the insect, to get a good look.  All off a sudden the bug attacks my face, striking its extremely sharp razor like arm at my nose.  I jumped back in not just pain but out of surprise as well.  I don’t remember noises or things of that nature, but the colors are extremely vivid and the scenery is like I am actually there again.  It is a wonderful feeling, to remember what it was like to be that young although it is only for just a split second of time.  I remember running back, not crying but in shock and somewhat excitement for I had the feeling I had just discovered a new type of bug.  While the bug of course was not new at all, it was new to me.  The things I can remember of my childhood have no real connection to each other besides the fact that they all occurred in my childhood.  Sometimes I wish that I could remember more of my past vividly like these two memories, but it is what it is, there is not a thing I can do about it.