Mar 07, 2010 12:27
Sure. Everyone has a story. I... well, I have several novels worth. Several novels worth.
I was sitting crossed legged in front of my DVD collection in the shelving unit under my TV and yanking and dusting and organizing. I found this small sony mini tape recorder. I pressed play. Surprisingly the batteries still worked - they are the same batteries I put in it in 1998 when I used it on a cross country trip from Madison WI to San Francisco CA. I recorded interviews and experiences along the way.
So I was an interviewer in 1998 long before I was paid to be one. Strange.
I suppose just as strange as sitting in a Strip Club in 1996 and thinking that I was too ugly to ever, ever work in one.
Things change.
I pressed play on the recording unit and craned to hear what words were being spoken. I could catch fragments. Things were pretty warbled. With a few words came back a flush of memories from that entire period of time. The adventures that occurred on the trip, before the trip and after the trip. Such vivid colors of shock of time.
I always look back and somewhat lament... when really I should look back and savor.