Friday, May 18, 2007

The thing about memories...

Why is it always so difficult to write about ones self when it comes down to the crunch? I joined a site of local interest called FelixstoweTV which has gone straight up on my Firefox favorites tab. It's dedicated to the town I live and all things to do with it. I was just watching the local news via the on site video feed. Really cool!!
Anyway having followed the prompts on the forum which suggested introducing yourself with an intro I ended up not only writing a little more than I first intended to but realizing at the same time how much of a perfectionist I am at heart. I think I edited and corrected my text about ten time...but it was fun. I guess this comes down to having a lack of confidence but I've lived with it for this long.
Whilst I was writing I began to remember my own childhood details. It was quite an emotional situation in all honesty.
It was really interesting to see how many people use the site and how many people are pop in and stop by from abroad who once lived here (Felixstowe) and have emigrated or simply moved on to another country.
I must admit that I found myself reminiscing whilst reading other peoples posts about how much they remember about this place and how its changed the next time they came back to visit the town.
The earliest childhood memory I have is mum giving away my three wheeler tricycle to the playgroup I went to. I was about 4 years old and I remember watching her hand it over. I was gutted...LOL. Although I also remember receiving a bigger bike to replace it soon after which was obviously their (parents) plan.
Below is a mock up picture of me on my trike. It was supposed to be funny. (Yes Nick, hilarious)

Am I alone in remembering those mini milk bottles we'd all get at break time as kids .
We'd all sit in a circle and have to go up in turn to get our drinks and then go out for playtime. Makes me smile looking back. Seems like yesterday in some ways and longer in others.
Its the idea and mechanics behind being able to have, store and select memories that makes me believe undoubtedly that we ARE here on this earth for a reason and not just to be born, live a while, have a laugh and leave. There is definitely more to it than that. Even taking into account the fact that we are all pre-built with that wakeup call at birth of being both self aware and then have the enhanced upgraded sense of being well aware of good and bad (well, some of us get that bit others perhaps...well..you know."don't?"). Someone (it was my brother Tony) once told me a long time ago that being self aware was what removed us originally from the animal kingdom and differentiates us from primates and other life forms in general.
My daughter found a frog in the park the other day. It couldn't move it's back legs and looked like it had been injured. Took a little explaining to put her mind at rest as she thought he (she?) was no longer with us. I picked the poor thing up and cupped my hands trying my best to warm the poor thing up. It didn't take long to feel it moving. It seemed to have hurt it leg of that I'm sure but we went off to find some water for it so it could recoup and regain its strength.
(It could have actually been a toad..but not knowing the difference I couldn't say?)
I took a look the next day and 'it' had gone. So I'm hoping it managed to get itself together and trundle of to it's kin folk and live happily.

peace

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