Memories

I suppose I should say something hilariously funny to officially open my blog. Unfortunately I can't think of anything hilariously funny so (unofficially) I'm just going to go for the uncreative, boring everyday. I live in a resort town. We have a world class ski resort and one of the largest lakes in the country. I might add the most beautiful. The water is so clear you can see 15 ft. down into the water. When you swim it's like swimming in purified water.

At one marina, which happens to be centered around what is known to the locals as "the floating restaurant", I can sit on the edge of a dock that stretches out towards the peninsula, dangle my feet in the water and watch the fish swimming deep below me. That dock reminds me of my 15th summer. The summer I almost drowned. The summer I made peanut butter ice cream in an old wooden ice cream maker and ate worms and dirt mingled with mountain dew. It reminds me of bears, forest fires, cherry trees, boating and the smell of DEP in my hair mingled with "Bottled Emotion". That was the summer of my baptism, the time when I found out the meaning of life, and learned a lot I didn't know about people- specifically the human make-up.

*Worms and dirt by the way are sour worms and oreo's over vanilla ice cream.

For twenty I have a lot of memories and a lot of life experience. When I think about what strange times and interesting adventures my life has held, I can but wonder about the elderly woman who sits in the back pew at church. What has her life been? What silent memories are wrapped up in her seemingly uninteresting exterior? Then I wonder, what will have been my experience when I have arrived at that age?

And...will anyone care?