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adrift in memory

< by Jill >

Sometimes it’s hard to discern whether my memories are snapshots of authentic experiences or stories I’ve been told my whole life. Sometimes, I catch a glimmer of a memory and it draws up other recollections, the same way velcro snags a sweater and pulls out stitches. The initial thought — whether authentic or imposed — subsides as the other threads emerge. And it’s these smaller threads, the ones that have been slowly knitted into me, that I know, for sure, are real.

I genuinely don’t remember stashing scarves or ski masks in the snowbank (as Ann recounted on Monday), but I do remember this: Daydreaming in physics class, laying my head on my desk and catching sight of something in the window. At first I thought the sun had alighted on a cloud of dust, but then I saw that it wasn’t dust, but snow! The first snow!

I leaped from my seat and toward the window. I rested my hands on the sill — cold to the touch — and watched the snowflakes lilt and pitch like tufts of cottonwood. The teacher’s voice broke the moment: “JILL! Get back in your seat!”

This snapshot is vivid in my head, though the bookends are blank. All too often, I rely on my friends and family to fill in the gaps, but when they shrug, it’s a reminder to root myself in the moment and lock it up for the future.

4 Comments»

  Larry Who wrote @

I can identify with daydreaming in physics class. Boring.

  abreakfastserial wrote @

Seriously, I don’t think I learned anything in that class. And the teacher hated me!

  Larry Who wrote @

You were a cute blond who the teacher hated, right? Sounds like a girly excuse to me.

  amphomma wrote @

Snow always made me happier than Physics, too. Great way of describing not just the memory itself, but the actual mechanics of your memories. I have lots of mental “time capsules” that I usually prefer to leave undisturbed, even though they are pleasant…I have them just the way I like them and stashed in the archives!


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