This morning I enjoyed relaxing on my front porch watching several groups of children playing on front lawns throughout my busy neighborhood. My mind gradually drifted towards my own childhood which today seems like a million years ago.
Some people have an abundance of good and bad memories of their childhood. I am beyond envious of everyone that has them. My childhood memories are scattered and far between. In fact, sometimes I get think I get confused if I actually remember a certain event or if I am only remembering through the stories told by others... or if there are only triggers that brings back some memories.
Today I’m contemplating the idea of writing a list of things that I’m pretty sure are my own memories. Having old pictures might definitely be a help... but is that my memory?...… or is it a memory created in my head to explain the photographs? or... Maybe it is just the photograph's memory.
I'm the cool one, that's not doing all the fun stuff! Just a typical picture of my siblings (and my auntie) acting goofy.