Sunday, June 12, 2011

Memory Is An Unusual Thing

I have memories that happened five years ago that are more vivid than what I did yesterday, even though I saw a sight yesterday that ought to be recall-able for a decent while. Perhaps this is because of my participation level. I was only a member of the audience to the mustang that fishtailed into an fence.

Yet memories that I've had equal participation are unequally remembered.

I worked in a dog kennel from 2003 to 2005 that housed many rescued golden retrievers (the owner also ran a dog rescue). I grew close to several of the dogs who didn't have homes to return to. Two brothers, Scooby and Shaggy (yes, really) I grew particularly close to. I remember my time spent with them very well.

I was with my first girlfriend in 2005 and 2006. We lasted eleven months together. She was my first love, my first kiss, my first regret. I don't remember much.

I suppose I have so many more regrets with her, rough spots, uncertainties, tainted moments than I had with Scoob and Shag, and those may cloud what time we had together, cloud the memories. It makes those that I still have all the more precious.