Isn’t it incredible how memories are made?
I will never forget the day that my Uncle and I sat around and he played his guitar for me. I didn’t realize it then, but he was making a memory for me. For example, I will never forget how my friend and i will randomly burst out into duets and have little jokes. Or the time my best-friend and i found Narnia, or our first (albeit, lame) car ride without adults to the library. Or when my grandfather and i built a birdhouse that to this day, 4 years later, not one bird has decided to make their own.
It’s strange that one day these things are happening right in front of you and then the next they are memories, making you feel good inside to think about your experiences. It’s incredible.
“They say God gave us memories so we could have roses in December.” -James Barrie
