Memories… A few weeks ago I had the idea to start a journal of memories. Not a book in the traditional sense, more like a retrospective diary, but as I started writing in it I quickly realized the things I could remember weren't equally spread out over time. For some parts of my life I had an abundance of vivid, richly detailed memories, and in other parts almost none.
Rememberings...
Rememberings...
Rememberings...
Memories… A few weeks ago I had the idea to start a journal of memories. Not a book in the traditional sense, more like a retrospective diary, but as I started writing in it I quickly realized the things I could remember weren't equally spread out over time. For some parts of my life I had an abundance of vivid, richly detailed memories, and in other parts almost none.