Everytime I get together with my sisters I am alarmed at what I don’t remember from our childhood. Obviously some of they remember I didn’t experience but don’t you think I would remember that grandpa grew popcorn. Did he? Did I ever know that? Did I care at the time and that is why I didn’t remember it? It seems like a cool fact that I should of remembered. Maybe they have it wrong. I don’t know. There are other memories like this that I wonder about but I can’t remember. Fitting isn’t it.
But then lately I am remembering fleeting personal memories. The other day a woman leaving a stall in the work bathroom had some fragrance on that triggered one of those memories way back in childhood. I know that smell and it was one that I hadn’t smelled since I was a way little kid, like 4 years old or something.
Then I keep running into things from my childhood like the old Panosonic tape recorder that I cherrished when I was in 5th grade. I seen the exact same one at the church rummage sale. Today at Walmart I seen a label maker with tapes just like I use to have and love (don’t know what that is about 😉
There were other things I ran into lately that has triggered childhood memories but I can’t remember what they are right now.