My memory’s vanished over time.
Nothing traumatic happened to me over my life that caused me to repress anything.. that I know of. I don’t think I have something growing through my brain.. that I know of.. yet. But at age 44, I can honesty say that I, at the age of 44, have a very limited memory of my childhood. I don’t know where they are.
I make them up as I go along..
Meaning — something will remind me of a memory, and I’ll bring it into my Notebook. I’ll notice that writing will draw out the event, beginning with a trace, and slowly fill in the image of the past, much like a child filling in a picture in a coloring book.
and that’s as far as I got before something came up during Writing Time in class today.
The point I was getting at.. I completely forgot!
(Note to self: what are the best ways to capture ideas so that I won’t forget?)