Memory is a powerful thing, one of the best gifts we have. Just make one simple statement like: “I remember…….” and see what you come up with. The point is not to think too hard, just let your mind flow free and write the first ones that come to mind. No need to label who you’re writing about either, it can be all different people and places, one right after the other. I thought of this last night right before I went to bed.
I’ll go first……..
Your laugh when I first met you and those striped t-shirts you wore, yellow and blue……and the way you wore your hair.
The way you molded the meatloaf right before you put it in the pan, I do it the exact same way.
Cold flannel shirt mornings and cracking walnuts on the garage floor.
The sound of your voice as you prayed for me by firelight, and the feel of your hand in mine.
Me shifting impatiently as your curled my hair before school.
Wrapping your sandwiches in waxed paper and tucking them in your lunch.
The sound of the screen door as it opened and closed.
The squeak in my Aunt’s old stairs, the one we hit, every single time.
Rain on the plastic tarp.
The first time I saw you after you were born and the time I cried when I had to leave.
Laying on the warm driveway soaking wet and looking at our imprint when we got up. We called it making skeletons.
The sound of those metal skate wheels.
A girl on the playground named Kathy McVay whose hair fell in waves, plastered just so and held in place with a jeweled clip. She ran the bases on kickball holding her head so her hair wouldn’t move.
Hot sand on the beach.
German spoke between sisters as I drowsed on the outdoor swing and the feel of the gray cover with the white fringe.
A box of kittens and scooping one out and saying, “That’s the one.”
Another kitten, wreaking havoc at Petsmart, someone saying no one will take that one. We did.
Waking up at my Grandma’s house where I always felt at peace because she left a night-light on the buffet.
I could go on and go……..
Now it’s your turn.