The only thing that happend today worth writing about
Sometimes, you remember. You might not remember a certain event or conversation with crystal clarity, but the memory is more vivid and overpowering because you remember a feeling. When a breeze carries a certain scent, like the scent of summer that you might remember from a long time ago. Maybe it is just a certain kind of tree or plant, or something like an old article of clothing hidden deep down in the bottom of the drawer. Maybe it is a song on the radio, or certain sight to be seen out of a fast moving car window. It carries with it a certain feeling that makes you remember. You remember home and childhood and a feeling. Or you remember the time when you were with all of your best friends in the world and maybe at the time you didn't know that this was the best it would get and you would someday sit and feel good when the memory came back. But maybe you knew and realized at the time just the same. The times when we knew and realized, we tried to recreate it the next week or the next year or even the next day, but it was never exactly the same. The only way we got it back was when something reminded us of the first time. Some memory took us back and put us there again. We didn't know what each one of us said, or maybe even what we accurately did, but we were there again because of the feeling of the day. Those are my favorite kind of memories. I remember what I ate for breakfast today, but not a year ago, and I don't care. But today when I was in my car, I caught a glimpse into the past. I felt a memory. Something took me back. I felt what it was like to be there again, with all my best friends in the world, doing something, what I couldn't tell you, but something that we could not recreate if we tried. Chris and William and Matt and Joey were there. So were my mom and dad and Melanie, and I remembered them as they were then, and not as they are now. There were even some people I have not seen since or have no desire to see again, but I remember them as they were then too and at the time I enjoyed their company. So I thought I would write about this. Whether good things happend in the day, or bad things, it didn't matter. I thought I would focus on this. Maybe someday, I will sit around and catch a scent in the wind or hear a song on the radio or see something out of my car window as I drive past that will make me say, I remember the time when I was at Cal Poly, and it will just be a feeling, and a memory that will only be recreated in my mind. Everyone will be there, including the people I had not seen since my days here, and the people who I had no desire to see again, but I will remember them as they are now.