“When it’s all said and done, memories are all we have.”
I remember when I was very young I watched a spider crawl across the floor. I don’t remember any details, just a spider, crawling. I don’t know why I have this memory, I can only imagine I was struck in awe at the creature. I have no memories before this moment in my life.
I remember in kindergarten there was a kid who forgot his lunch and was crying, so I went over and shared my lunch with him. I remember the smile he had on his face afterwards vividly. He moved away at the end of the year and I never saw him again.
I remember being asked out by a girl in 2nd grade. I remember rejecting her because she didn’t like Pokemon. I remember never getting along with her after that.
I remember waking up in 4th grade, going out to the living room and saying good morning to my parents. I remember them not responding, their eyes glued to the TV. I remember the blank look on their faces. I remember the morning of September 11, 2001.
I remember in 6th grade crossing the finish line at one of my track meets. I remember coming in 2nd many times before that moment. I remember them announcing my name on the intercom the next day for getting 1st. I remember trying extremely hard not to smile.
I remember doing a group project in middle school with my friend Carly Stowell. I remember her writing a goofy song about a fictional town called Springsville. I remember singing that song to the melody of Meet the Flintstones to the entire class. I remember the laughter in that classroom. I remember Carly passing away a year later.
I remember in my freshmen year in a basketball game making a shot to put us ahead with 5 seconds left. I remember the other team getting the ball back and scoring a buzzer beater. I remember that massive high of pure bliss. I remember the agony I felt when I realized we lost.
I remember asking out a girl for the first time in 10th grade. I remember being extremely nervous and stuttering my sentence. I remember the instant relief I felt when she said yes.
I remember being rushed to the hospital my senior year of high school. I remember getting pushed to the front of the line and thinking how insane this situation was. I remember having a collapsed lung. I remember thinking about death seriously for the first time in my life.
I remember buying a guitar and learning how to play on my own. I remember the incredible frustration of not getting my hands to do what I wanted them to do. I remember the feeling when they finally did.
I remember playing a show for the first time in front of hundreds of people. I remember being on that stage thinking I had no idea what I was doing. I remember falling in love with music.
From purely goofy to profoundly meaningful, these are some of the richest memories I have at this moment in my life. I encourage everyone to write down their own memories and share them with the world. Our memories are fleeting, you never know when we may forget them all.