I Remember…

This post is inspired by a similar post by Sabina over at Victim to Charm.

I was unbelievably struck by the poignancy of her words as she recounted memories of her own in short but beautiful snippets. I fell in love with the idea and wanted to try a hand at it myself. I soon realized that the seemingly simple action of writing down memories (which is, of course, not as simple as it sounds) is an excellent writing exercise.

I was amazed at the memories that came back to me when I really put my mind to it. I soon had pages and pages of notebook pages filled. I’m currently traveling right now, so this was not only an excellent writing exercise, but a pretty good way to pass the time in the car, too.

A memory is so much more than a moment in time. Some memories define a person and others are simply snippets of color on this canvas that is life…they combine to tell a unique and personal story. Here are some of mine, snippets from my story…

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I remember the the last time I saw him. The look of dejection, sadness on his face…

…I remember knowing I would see him again.

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I remember busy, winding streets monopolized by wild cab drivers.

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I remember helping him make dinner… I say helping, but really it was mostly watching, taking in his attention to detail, his concentration…

…I remember being infatuated.

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I remember the tourist family all dressed in orange.

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I remember the restaurant that had one meal on the menu–steak and a big wedge of lettuce.

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I remember the first time we spoke in the locker bay, how she mistook me for someone else.

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I remember the weight in my chest, the blurred vision, the clammy hands…how I was convinced it was the end, I was going to die right there in the middle of Lowe’s–as my heart raced.

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I remember meeting them and being so uncertain. 

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I remember looking at the sloppy joe on my plate in disgust on the night I quit eating meat.

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I remember reading those text messages and crying…how much they stung.

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I remember clutching his side as I asked him to fast forward–even though I knew Adrien Brody’s character lived, even though I knew he had to live because he was The Pianist.

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I remember sleeping in the car and watching the Montana sun rise.

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I remember the staleness of our broken relationship.

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I remember the Washington Metro during rush hour.

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I remember a $100.00 gift card that bought dinner for two.

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I remember flirting on the first floor of the library…yeah, it was flirting…

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I remember discovering how much she annoyed me…and how I worried I was just like her.

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I remember marching band practices on hot summer days.

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I remember trying to mediate a falling out between them–and wondering how two of my best friends ended up like this.

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I remember the best sour cream cheesecake of my life.

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I remember finally sneaking into the tunnels below campus and reveling in the the making of those last memories of college.

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I remember begging him to stay.

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I remember the rejection letter the publisher sent me, how nice it was–I was twelve.

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I remember pushing myself, no force myself to write…

…I remember the beginning of blogging after years of rejecting the writer inside of me. 

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22 Replies to “I Remember…”

  1. Really nice Britta! Please keep writing. Especially about your transitional adventures. This is such a precious time in your life. Your tool box is full and you are free to explore the world and all it has to offer. You are untethered. Scary, but you will look back later at the beauty of this time. I can’t wait to read about where life takes you next.

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    1. Thanks DJ! I had such fun with this post, even though it was a bit of a challenge. Oh man, the tunnels. Those had been on my college bucket list for ages and I finally crossed them off at the last minute. Perhaps I’ll have to write a post about that adventure one of these days. 🙂

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