Memories

Memories. We all have them. But - for me at least - memories are mostly connected with sight. With things I can see, like Christmas trees, beach buckets, and pictures. But I love those rare moments where my memories are connected with my other senses as well, like sound, smell, taste, and feel.

But maybe they aren't that rare. I think that lots of times I just notice them subconsciously. As I was taking some towels out of the dryer today, I held them against my face and inhaled. I paused. Hhhmmm, that smells familiar. I inhaled again, and thought of my great grandmother's house. Of nice elderly people. I smiled at the memories those towels brought, even though it wasn't of a specific time, those towels smelt familiar.
My cousin was visiting once, and she had brought some perfume with her. When I smelled it, it imediately reminded me of a toy I had had in pre-school. Weird. But it did, and it brings back great memories and feelings of when I was a little kid.

A couple summers ago, my favorite CD to listen to was BarlowGirl. I listened to it 24/7. One song in particular I loved, and once kept it on repeat for the entire night. (Yeah, I didn't sleep very well that night, but its still a good song:) The next summer, I dug the CD out from one of my drawers and listened to it. I came to that one song, and paused to listen. It made me kind of sad, thinking about the year that had gone by, and all of the change that had taken place. I thought about stuff that I used to think about when I had listened to the song before.

Memories.

When I eat snow, like I did today, the familiar taste reminds me of all the other times I've done it in my life. Sometimes certain fabrics I feel remind me of stuffed animals I used to have, and of being seven-years-old. I love memories. But sometimes they make me sad.

One day, I'll have things that remind me of my life now. Of when I was fourteen. And I'll think about how long ago that was, and how much time has passed and things have changed.

One day.


~Madi