& that's the way life goes

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years

Have you ever wished you go back in time? Not to change it but to relive it or watch a certain moment? A memory that plays in your head once in awhile and you wonder if you are remembering it right or if nostalgia has taken over making it seem better than it was. (Sketch by Michelleobe )

So there are 2 rules:

1. You aren’t allowed to change the past (as MA said today “you don’t want to come back missing a toe or something because you changed something you shouldn’t have)
2. You can either view it like a movie or actually relive it but you won’t be able to make any different choices (think of now when you have a voice in your head telling you maybe you shouldn’t do that or turn down a different road but you ignore it, that’s what your past body will be doing with your present brain…get it?)

You have to list

• your age
• the year
• location
• why you are going back to this

I will start-

7-8 years old, 1989-1990, grandma’s house: because she made AG, LW and I ice cream sundaes and delivered them downstairs when we were playing barbies or house underneath cardboard tables. She was the only adult that I had ever heard say ‘I’m sorry’.

10 years old, 1992, Hawaii: This was my first trip to Hawaii. I went with my mom and dad. I remember having a lot of fun with them and following in their footsteps of falling in love with the islands.

12 years old, summer 1994 before 7th grade: AG, LW and I hung out with JS and had a great time. He had cute little friends too

13 years old, 1995, 8th grade: National Junior Honor Society bottle drive where I met my best friend partner in crime and we had many adventures in store.

16 years old, 1998, my house: I got my first car for my 16th birthday, 1990 red ford probe. It was freedom with wheels. My mom wanted to make me sign a “contract” saying anyone that got in the car would wear a seatbelt and all that good stuff. After a month of it sitting on the counter she gave up.

18 years old, summer 2000, Oscoda: Was hands down the best, carefree summer of my life. I had no “real” job. I was babysitting my neighbor for half a day and was waiting to start college. We took weeks and weekends off at a time to hang out with our cool new friends. We had all the freedom of an adult and the responsibilities of a high school student. It was a perfect time.

18 years old, October 2000, Homecoming Game: MC and I decided to drive 3 hours to visit our friends in Oscoda we missed so much. Luckily, they were home. We drove back at 5am in the morning.

19 years old, 2001, Canada: Jokers bar…cute boys…legal drinking age…designated driver on hand

20 years old, 2002, St Dunstan’s Church: My mom and I attended Easter Vigil. She was getting baptized, I was being confirmed.

21 years old, 2003, Benihanna’s Restaurant: My 21st birthday dinner. My parents, Auntie R and Uncle B, AG and her b/f at the time and my slimebag douchebag b/f were there. It was the last birthday dinner I had with both my parents. The last family picture I have of all of us.

24 years old, 2007, Hanalei Bay Kauai: I married C on a white sand beach with the ocean roaring in the background and mountains surrounding us. We had our closest family and friends with us and it couldn’t have been a more perfect wedding day

Of course there are others, random trips to the mall and dinner with my mom, other random times with my friends. But those are some major ones where I can pick the time and age I was.

Now it’s your turn…GO!

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