Memories

Today I was reflecting on different periods of my life. I was trying to recall the first memories as a child and at what age. Most of those memories really began at about age five. Mostly, I recalled the really good and the really bad, but I remember.

Fast forward to 1968 (age 8) to 1972 (age 12), my father was transferred to Redlands, CA. If memory serves me that was grades 4 through 8. In late 1972 we moved again, this time to Wichita, KS. I loved my school(s), friends, and the weather. I hated Wichita, the school sucked, the weather sucked, but I adapted.

I digress, back to those wonder years in southern California. I hated leaving there, I wrote to my best friends for years but that faded away as time moved on. I always wanted to visit someday.

This past summer, I had the good fortune to be close enough to do just that. It was an odd encounter with my past. I stopped at the house I had lived in; I walked the street recalling things I had done there over 30 years ago. I drove to the elementary school and then the Junior High I attended. It was surreal, and in many ways still is. I took lots of photos.

Just a snapshot of my life but still I remember. I will continue to move through periods of my life and just remember.

Feel free to share your memories.