Monday, May 17, 2010

Getting to Know You: Favorite Memory

Hey, everyone, let's get nostalgic!











What is your most cherished memory? Is it something you did or something someone did for you? Do you like to reminisce about a special day or a particularly special someone?

Tell us all about it, and then tell us what makes this particular remembrance from your past so special.

22 comments:

Paul (Peace Keeper) said...

I remember my first video game. My dad gave it to me when I was little. I was like, maybe 6. But man, it was awesome. I played that thing forever. I stayed up all night playing it. I guess it was probably just until like 10 or something, but it sure felt like all night to me back then! Anyways, that's my favorite memory. My dad set me on a course to love stuff like that. The one I'm playing now, is the best one ever. You get completely IN the game. It's amazing. My dad would have loved it.

Aidan said...

Hey Paul. Nice to meet you.

Jeez, favorite memory? There are so many to choose from. Like the time Kaelin tried to drown me.

Kaelin said...

You were being an asshat. You needed a lesson.

Aidan said...

You know, acting like you're older than me doesn't actually make you older than me. It just makes you an asshat.

Marc said...

Oy, boys, enough already. The nice people don't want to listen to you spat. nice memories, remember? Back to your corners.

Jason said...

I've a happy memory of the day you two were born.

We were all a family then, Dad and Uncle Nathanial were still close. You cried of course, Aidan, big and healthy and first. I was the first to hold you, even before your dad. I swore myself to you and you stopped crying and stared at me, like you knew exactly what was going on. It was the first moment of peace I had since Angelique died,the first moment in a decade I didn't living past her.

Aidan said...

Well shit, Jason...I don't know what to say.

Marc said...

Heh, remember playing in the kitchen, Jason? They must've been about two. Kaelin used to systematically drag out every single pot and pan. Drove Aunt Nicole to drink.

Of course a lot of babies do that, but you were our babies and we knew nothing of children. Everything you did was brilliant. I do think it annoyed Aunt and Uncle how you used to run to us to fix your hurts, even though Uncle knew how we'd all end up together.

We used to load you up in the jeep on nice evenings and just drive. Top down, you two in the back giggling.

Major bird magnets, you were.

Kaelin said...

You still fix our hurts, Marc.

Candy said...

Sitting on the roof of my great Aunt's house is one of my favorite memories. I could climb out my bedroom window and go along this little walkway to a flat spot. The stars were so close they seemed about to sprinkle down on me and it was midnight quiet . Only animal sounds like the chuckle of raccoons or hoot of an owl showed that other creatures were awake.No humans though. I felt completely me when I was there.

Laura Martone said...

This is always so tough for me... not because I don't have any good memories, but because I have too many.

The vision quest I experienced when I was 13 ranks up pretty high, though. No wonder I'm attempting to write a novel about it...

Nutmeg Cross said...

Yes. Attempting. Nice choice of words, dear author.

Laura Martone said...

Well, there goes that good memory.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Oops, sorry. I'll try to stop whining.

Indigo Cypress said...

So, what's your favorite memory, Meg?

Nutmeg Cross said...

Meeting you, of course.

*blush*

And almost any moment involving my little brother. Man, I love that kid.

What about you?

Indigo Cypress said...

Hmm... well, besides meeting you, I'd have to go with the time my uncle first taught me to smoke a peace pipe. I coughed and spluttered like crazy, but it was a nice moment for us... especially since he died later that year.

Olivia Harper said...

Aw, that's sad, Indy. Of course, sometimes our favorite memories are tinged with a bit of sadness.

When I was 15, for instance, saying goodbye to my mother was really hard, and yet it's one of my favorite memories because we had finally reached a peaceful place. I knew she would be happy in Ruby Hollow, which in turn made me happy, even knowing I might never see her again.

Aidan said...

I like the roof, too, Candy. It's awesome to call down demons and take pot shots at them from there.

Except for that time I fell off...

Why do all our happy memories keep morphing into bad ones?

Amy Thompson said...

I told my author not to, but she insisted on sharing this memory. She says I do not think fondly enough of the past.

Despite her growing obsession for Cal, Amy was constantly reminded how much she still loved Robert. For the first time in her life, Amy wanted to remember the past, and she didn’t dwell on the bad moments. In fact, she remembered so many good times with Robert sometimes she forgot the tragedy of his death.
Sifting through the videos, she remembered a day when Robert decided they had to have a new movie. Right now, this instant; gotta have it. She didn’t remember what he’d wanted. Something brand new, and so it’d be expensive. And he jobless again. As she pulled into the entrance to the parking lot, Robert yelled “Stop.” And as she slammed the brakes, he jumped out of the car, ran over to a homeless guy holding a sign, and gave him the twenty dollars.
Climbing guiltily back into the car, he looked at her with a grin twice the size of Texas and asked, “How about something old, out of date, and already on the shelf at home?”
Amy smiled, both in the memory and the present, thinking of how much fun they had that night. Eating microwave popcorn, watching a movie they had seen so many times they recited the words to each other. Snuggled comfortably in each others arms like the morning would never dawn.
A good night, something to keep her mind off all the bad times.

Candy said...

That's so nice, Amy, he sounds like a great guy!

Meg I can never understand how your mother could have left you all for her old love and Ruby Hollow? I'm afraid I can't like her because of that.

And, Aidan, I'm sure there are no demons at Rose Hill. Only good vibes and roses there.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Thanks, Candy, but it's Olivia's mom who left her for Ruby Hollow. My mom left me when I was two for something far worse... life without responsibility.