One of the nice things about getting old is the amount of memories we have collected and stored in our memory bank. It’s nice to spend some time thinking about the people and events in my life and it fills my heart with such happiness. 🙂
People
Of course, family, and especially those I’ve lost, always comes first. I can still imagine the smell of my mom’s favorite perfume, my dad’s spicy aftershave, and the earthy scent of my grandpa’s pipe. Although the indescribable smell of my babies is definitely the most exciting.
I can remember my inspiring (and a few scary) teachers from my childhood, the kind old lady at the grocery store who sometimes gave me a free penny candy, the cheerful mailman, and the rather strict policeman (all the kids were terrified of him) who lived on our street. Then the lovely lady at Iolipop who always had a beautiful smile and no matter the weather was there to help us cross the road safely.
love
Oh, to get a love letter. I once had a friend who wrote the most beautiful letters, and I still remember some of the lines, and even now they make me smile. It was the same friend I spent hours (often) writing cold and smelly) in a red phone box late into the night so we could talk it out lovey dovey like young lovers.Back then the home phone was pretty important and always had pride of place in the center of the living room.
Falling in love is special at any age. The whole idea of ​​love still feels as magical to me as it did when I was a teenager. Secret glances, holding hands, and sitting in the back row. Who hasn’t felt such wonderful feelings?
Clothes
When I was 14, my mom got a job as a buyer for a teen fashion brand. Every Friday, she would come home with my sister’s clothes bags. 🙂 How I wish I was more grateful then : Of course, we were always grateful, but he had picked them up, taken them all the way home, and made the changes we needed anyway.
I absolutely loved the clothes then, although there are some I wouldn’t want to have now. Remember the white afghan coats? They looked fabulous until it rained and then you smelled like wet dog before it dried. Then there were the five inch heels that I would probably break my neck in if I tried to walk in them now, although they never seemed to stop me from getting on the bus. to run
Places:
Growing up in London was heaven. We lived right near Chelsea, which was “the” place. Saturdays were often spent in the amazing Biba store (Kensington), then going to HMV and jamming to one of our favorite record booths. the music. No downloads then. When I was growing up I used to go to nightclubs on Kings Road dancing until 1.00am or 2.00am before the long walk home or the late night bus.
Events
There was always something to do in London: concerts, theatre, galleries, museums, ballet, the list was endless, and I took advantage of everything. French movies on the South Bank, riverboat parties, the Victoria and Albert Museum (my favourite), quirky little restaurants, incredible concerts including Pink Floyd, Genesis, Ravi Shankar, Hyde Park Festival.It was a really great time to be young, and I am so grateful to have been a part of it.
Still more memories to make
I’m still making great memories to add to the bank today, and I hope I can continue to do so for a long time. This opens up many new possibilities, such as going on safari, swimming with turtles and dancing in the Rain Forest.
Making memories doesn’t have to be expensive, it can be as simple as waking up to see the sunrise, talking to someone at a bus stop, stopping to take in the view, helping someone who needs a hand, visiting an old friend. . We keep memories like a bank of love and gratitude, and although I am not rich in money, I am a millionaire with happy memories. I wouldn’t trade them for all the money in the world 🙂
Join the conversation.
Do you enjoy reminiscing? What is your favorite memory? Do you remember falling in love?
