Memory is defined as a recollection of experiences and feelings from your past. Some memories that seem quite real and tangible are actually just shimmers of a real memory and your mind fills the gaps with false memories. This concept ties in with a quote from Salvador Dali, “The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant”.
One of my first memories is of my mother taking me to have my picture taken at the Martin House. I remember a scary-looking guy that kept handing me objects to hold, like an umbrella of a teddy bear. I recall feeling a little uneasy but more impatient than anything. This memory is important to me because it is one of my first memories occurring while I was just a toddler. Some people say they remember things as an infant but I find their stories a bit far fetched and I think I am lucky to remember something that h
A memory that has remained true for me during the years is of my younger brother and I over at my aunt Debbie’s house for the fourth of July. I can still see my little brother with his chubby cheeks and cute smirk covered with the chocolate he had been eating, and me, smiling and running around with the curls of my hair bobbing without a care in the world. All of this happening while my family sat back watching us kids and occasionally laughing at something we did.
I share a memory with my step brother, Seth, of a time when we were little. As children Seth and I endured much punishment because we couldn’t seem to keep ourselves out of mischief. As my mother would say, we conspired a great deal together. But one of the most memorable instances was when we got a lot of “ingredients” out of the kitchen and proceeded to empty them all out onto the middle of our floor and make this glob of who knows what. We continued to stir it as though we were great chefs
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