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Lesson 41 – Memories

I’m trying to think of my earliest memory. I vaguely remember (remember a little bit, not in much detail) when my brother was born – I was three years old at the time – but I distinctly remember my first day of kindergarten, when I was around five.

When I look at photos, even more memories come flooding back (memories come to mind) – I

remember my school, my classmates, and my teacher, who would constantly remind us to clean up the classroom, because we were always making a mess. I’d completely forgotten the teacher’s name, though, and my mother had to refresh my memory (remind me of a fact I’d forgotten).

I still have a lot of my toys from when I was a kid. They bring back fond memories (pleasant memories) of long afternoons spent playing with my brother. I also remember a family vacation to Switzerland when I was about eight – that was an unforgettable experience.

My most traumatic memory is of my uncle dying in a car crash when I was ten. He was only 32 years old – younger than my dad – and the memory of the funeral still haunts me (the sad/profound memory stays with me). I still wear a bracelet that was a Christmas present from him; it serves as a sobering reminder (it provides a serious reminder) not to take a single day of life for granted.

Unfortunately, I have a terrible memory for peoples’ names, unless the name is unusual or particularly memorable. Just the other day, I was talking to an acquaintance from church and my mind went blank (I couldn’t think of anything) when I tried to think of her name. I racked my brain (tried hard to remember something), but nothing came to mind. My husband gently reminds me that I really need to pay more attention, because it makes a bad impression when I call people by the wrong name.