WHY DO WE REMEMBER?
Why do we remember what we remember?
Why do we remember an afternoon -
when we were 16 years old. We were
at the lake. It was summertime. It was
vacation. We were all alone in the woods.
We were sitting on a rock. For about
15 minutes we watched a canoe gliding
on the lake. Suddenly lightning crashed
down towards the canoe and we screamed
a prayer of “Oh no! God, Oh, no,
no!” Then
within seconds all was calm and nobody
was hurt. But what were they feeling?
Why? Why? Why do we remember that moment?
Why do we remember that day in the Fourth
Grade when we won the spelling bee - and
that was the last time we ever won anything?
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why do we remember these moments?
Why do we remember that day when a teacher
singled us out and made fun of us and everyone
in the class laughed – except us. We cried.
Why? Why? Why do we remember these moments?
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2015
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