We think our memory is a perfect recording of past occurrences—
But like a game of telephone, our memory takes on new details and omits others that seem less prominent. And in time, our recollection of the event is very different from what happened that day.
And that is all it is—a memory, not right, not wrong—it’s just our way of making sense of those events that happened in the past.
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past the purple house
at dusk
when the coffee cup stain dried
but the lyrics still rang in our head
rushing like the hum
of a mountain stream
chilling cans of gin
that lay in between the stones
we stepped across
to collect berries in the woods
that tasted like the mint
in pink confectionary rounds
or was it pink liquid to
soothe tummies filled
with too many fire roasted marshmallows?
those were summer nights
filled with chatter, laughs and stories
similar in time but unique in detail
and the forgotten rock
upon which he fell one of those
many nights when I was five
and we rode
to the state park
so long ago
and I am the only one
to recall the purple house
.
Author: Jane CoCo Cowles
Image: Flickr/Moyan Brenn
Editors: Yoli Ramazzina; Caitlin Oriel
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