Memories are like a classic book...
I was reading East Of Eden by John Steinbeck this morning, and I don’t think I could help but fall in love with his writing and the way that his descriptions touch you and become reality.
I also noticed that everyone seems to be writing about summer.
“I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer-and what trees and seasons smelled like-how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.”
Read this summer, kids. It really is good for you, and could possibly keep us all from losing every bit of knowledge accumulated over the school year.
From my childhood, I remember the smell of freshly baked lasagna, of lemons and limes and every kind of orange in my grandpa’s backyard. I can still feel the rough bark under my bare feet of the trees I would climb in my Nonnie and Nono’s front yard. I remember the pain of falling off my first bike without training wheels, sitting in a cactus on Easter, and how I got each and every scar on my legs. Memories live deep inside of us, and returning to those wonderful memories bring us back to our childhood. When we were five years old and days were filled with finger paints, nap time, and recess. People live inside of each of us in our thoughts and recollections. Whenever I miss my Grandpa, I go back to the smell of wildflowers and gazing at the wild horses that roamed his farm. And now I am rambling. Just, make sure to make lasting memories even now, and treasure those you love forever.
On a completely different note, my world has been completely rocked by Taylor. I had forgotten how amazing it feels to care for someone like this, and I have never felt this way about a boy before. My parents absolutely love him, and he has opened me up to new experiences and ways of thinking. I love the way we can talk for hours about everything from religion to politics to simply what we did that way. I love thinking about him and how happy I am with him, and getting that goofy grin on my face. As it turns out, I think that summer will be love. Well, hopefully.