Life brings tears, smiles and memories. Tears dry, smiles fade, but the memories last forever.
Memories can sometimes sneak up on you and take you by surprise. Memories can be triggered by a scent, a song, by a picture… it really can be anything. It is those memories that can take us off guard that can leave us wondering.
As I sat here in my craft room this afternoon working on a project for a customer; I decided to put on some old music. Some of my favorite music from high school. (Back in the late 80’s I was a big Michael Jackson & Madonna fan) I put on the Thriller vinyl, and once the first song began to play through the speakers, I almost felt as if I was back in my 10th grade bedroom listening to this album all over again. The memories I had of myself, sitting on my bedroom floor in Goose Creek…with all those darn Michael Jackson posters on walls came flooding back into my mind. I could almost see myself looking out my bedroom window as I sat on the floor…looking at that big tree that sat in our front yard.
It’s strange how memories work like that. Things I had not thought about in so many, many years…and by just listening to a record, they come flooding back into my mind.
There are so many other things about high school that I thought about this afternoon as well as I sat here this afternoon, working on this stepping stone. I thought about all the friends I had back in those days, that I don’t keep in touch with anymore…people I haven’t seen since high school. That thing they tell you when you graduate… ‘Look at the person you are sitting next to, you will probably never see them again after graduation.’ Well, it sure has been true for me for the most part. I think I have seen maybe a handful of people I graduated high school with since we graduated.
This afternoon, I also thought about what I had intended originally intended to do after high school. I was big into art in high school. I was an ‘artsy-fartsy’ kinda gal. I took Art all 4 years. I loved it. I toured Savannah College & Design my Junior year and applied to attend there. I was accepted at the beginning of my senior year and was thrilled. Savannah is such a beautiful city and reminds me so much of my hometown of Charleston. (I say Charleston is my hometown, because I grew up in Charleston, even though I technically was born in Hammond, Indiana.) Anyhow, I digress.
My senior year I met Robbie Bunch in my Senior English class. UGH!!! (I’m growling in my head.. and if I could, I would insert an angry face emoji here.) Up until then I had never dated anyone quite like him. He went against any other guy I had every dated before. To this day, I still have no idea why I dated him. Anyhow. We had been dating for some time, and later in the year, after I got my acceptance letter to Savannah College of Art & Design…I found out I was pregnant. (insert sad emoji face) I really had my heart on attending that school, but looking back I know now that everything happens for a reason.
Another vivid memory of mine…the day I married Robbie. I remember walking down the aisle thinking to myself, ‘what are you doing? This is not what you want, he is going to continue to cheat on you, and this is not going to last.’ We got married 8 months after Holly was born.We had to wait because my father was active duty Air Force and had we gotten married, I would have lost my military benefits, and not been able to have given birth at the military hospital in Charleston.
Memories…they can sometimes seem to stay buried, but it can take sometimes take something simple to bring those memories to life.