Complex little monkeys, we are. I sometimes theorize that life is made up of a lot of playtime, work, and intense little moments. These intense little moments are more important than anything else you do. In one’s memory they stand out and are excessively clear. One that pops into my head nearly every time I drive is a moment right before my 16th birthday when I went for a drive with my mom. We were out on a crowded LA freeway when she said, “You should wait until you can see the whole car in your rearview mirror before you try to pass it.” I think about that and use the rule every time I drive.
Another moment was when I was about 5 years old. I was slightly obsessed with my dad’s height and remember walking toward our Phoenix apartment and asking, “Isn’t it fun to be so tall?” I don’t remember his exact response, but it was something that made me think that I, in fact, was tall in comparison with ants. I then realized that it was fun to be as tall as I was. Weird, I know, but it has affected the way I think to this day.
Is this just how my brain works, or is it like this for everybody? Do we all have little moments in our life that, though seemingly inconsequential, are actually important. Do others also vividly remember these moments, as I do? I would hope so, because I really treasure my little moments, and wish there was a way to record them all. If you can think of a way, please let me know.
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