God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. ~J.M. Barrie
So I was watching the Today show this morning and I saw a very interesting segment about actress Marilu Henner. She seems to have what's known as a superior autobiographical memory. This gift, which only a handful of people in the world possess, allows her to recall each and every day of her life. What she wore. What she ate. Everything. They even showed her going through her closet and she could remember the first time she wore every pair of shoes in it. She would grab a pair and say "Oh these I wore on October 13, 1977. It was a Thursday and I was meeting my friend for lunch. I ordered a Cobb Salad and she got a Tuna Sandwich, yadda yadda yadda...you get the point.
Could you imagine being able to recollect such details of your life??
I'd like to think that my memory is pretty good, but I would never be able to tell you what exact day something happened. Or what I wore. Or ate. And I'm ok with that, because I think the idea of a memory is to bring you back to how you felt at the time, not all the other mundane details.
So for today's post I'd like to share one of my favorite memories.
I can't tell you what day of the week it was, but I can tell you it was just another ordinary day. No holiday, or big event. Just some random day. I was home from college at the end of the summer. Back then my mother and I didn't have the best relationship, so it was torture for me to be at home. What sucked even more was that I couldn't drive. No car. No license. Luckily my best friend was, and is, the kind of person that I could always rely on to help me out through these times. And she had a car. And she knew that I needed to get out, that I needed to vent, that I needed a friend.
So after one particularly bad night, she did what she always did. She came and picked me up and we drove up to Gillson Beach and sat in the darkness, watching the moon illuminate the lake and smoked cigarettes, and talked. About anything and everything. On this particular night, the weather was pure perfection. The hotness of the late summer had faded enough, but not too much. Somewhere in our talking, which I don't even remember what we were talking about, we decided to take off our shoes and dip our feet in the lake. When we did we found the water to be near perfect. Cool enough to be refreshing, but warm and inviting. Before I knew it, there were no words, just a knowing glance as we threw off our purses (gotcha...you thought I was going to say clothes didn't you?) and ran into the water. Fully clothed. And we laughed at how impulsive we were. And how by just looking at each other we knew what the other was thinking. We floated around for awhile. Talking. Laughing. And then we loaded ourselves, damp clothes and all, into the car and drove home.
I've never forgotten that night. How innocent and spontaneous we were. How we laughed and laughed and laughed.How that night is exactly what I needed at the time and how the memory of it got me through so many other crappy nights.
What's one of your favorite memories?