Visiting the Past

The past? It's all subject to interpretation. What you remember compared to what others recall, and then there's the facts of what happened. All three could be what happened, but each one decorated the cake a bit differently. As I get older, I tell the same stories over and over (at least my wife says all I do is repeat myself!) ; the thing about it is that my mind is hiding a couple of things from me:

First? If I can't remember that I told the story before, how do I even remember the facts?

Second? And this is a mind scrambler! Your real friends will never disagree or correct you! Why, though? Becuase they care about you and your feelings. Sure, to everyone else you may be losing it, but to your friends, you're someone that they love and embarassing is something that they would never do. 

I have found that part of the love that we have of the past is that the bad parts seem worse, but we are happy to be past those moments, but the good-- yes, the good, those are the best moments of our life, the moments that shaped our love for music, movies, and remembering the first love of our life. And how it all seems to jumble together into a soup of happiness...