February 5th, 2014
Childhood memories
Isn’t it amazing how little things can jog your memory and
take you back to another place and another time? A smell, a song, an old shirt
or pair of jeans, a piece of jewelry, a food item. Most of us probably had mac
and cheese growing up. My dad talks about how he remembers eating it with cut
up little pieces of hot dogs. Conner, talks about how he always tried to eat the
whole box and didn’t succeed until college. Whenever I make it though I think
about some of the first times I ever made it and how my dad taught me all of
his little tricks and debating with him whether to mix it all together in a
bowl for easier clean up, or in the pot. And then it makes me laugh because our
memory is funny in the way that it pulls certain things out and leaves others
behind, and sometimes it’s the good and sometimes it’s the bad.
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