swimming in the memories

I did what Facebook does so well. I let myself get swamped with good memories of days gone by.

Before responsibilities. Before a family. Before PTA, the strokes, the wheelchair.

Did I just compare the PTA to a stroke? Why yes I did. 

I did it. I let the sounds and thoughts spin me back to a time uncomplicated by mortgages and pediatricians. There were those that chose to remember with me. Their stories stirred a feeling of nostalgia.

I’m pretty glad to have survived those days. The laughter and careless choices of youth not something I would trade away.

I’m glad to have those memories to float away on. The voices of my friends become a whirlpool of lost conversations. The kiss of a lover shifting through my mental sheets. The line of a song brings back the tang of sweat and frenzy of energy on a dance floor we called ours.

I regret some of the choices made. Names and faces that fill me with sadness. Moments that forever have that hanging question mark.

But I never regret the time. Would never wish away the foolishness. I sleep with the surety of having LIVED each moment.

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2 Responses to swimming in the memories

  1. Alexandra December 27, 2012 at 5:27 PM #

    Yes.

    Getting older.

    Looking back, all those private moments and memories. Those ghosts of people that were once so huge in our lives.

    Did we play it safe? Some do.

    Some do, and never really live.

    Live fully, live without regret. Grab that chance when it comes.

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  2. The Animated Woman December 12, 2012 at 10:29 PM #

    I know what you mean. I’m actually amazed that I survived with all the crazy sh*t I did. It has made us what we are today.

    The Animated Woman´s last post…A bunch of twelves.

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