Friday, January 16, 2009

MEMORIES

Sorry for the title. Imagine little twinkling bells.

I just woke up from a series of dreams about my youth - which is what I'm writing about. It's strange; the more I write, the more memories are stirred up. It's like someone's flipped a switch in my brain: everything I thought I'd forgotten forever is coming back.

I can't stop thinking all the time.

It is a little unpleasant.

1 comment:

  1. LOL Yes, I know how you feel. My youth? Don't think I want to go there. *cringes*

    Responding here to your comment on my blog:
    Yes, blogging seems to be the grown up version of texting, doesn't it? Hopefully the tinkering powers that be behind the curtains will make it more efficient some day. For now, we bounce back and forth to reply.

    I see your wife's blog there on your followers list. Hi Starving Author's wife! *waves from afar*

    I'm trying to talk my husband into blogging, but he's one of those silent types. That's good, though. I blab enough for the both of us.

    I'm going to put myself as a follower on both of your blogs. Can never have too many followers.

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