Memories

The human brain is a fascinating thing. It amazes me how the brain can store maybe not all, but the majority of your experiences. I think that if we did not have memories, we would be missing a crucial part of life. Reminiscing on all the good is probably one of the few things that make me truly happy. There’s nothing like looking at all the old pictures with friends and family and seeing how much you have grown as a person.

The funny thing about our memories is that even though we may try to remember everything that occurs in our lives, we can’t. And not only that, we seem to remember the bad times in life more than the good. For example, if I try to think of a day where I was happy, I can’t really remember the details other than the people I was with. However, when I try to remember a bad memory in my life, it’s easy. I remember almost every line that each person said to me, where, and when it was. I’ve shared with you before, but the perfect example would be when my mom past away. Another example would be when my dog died. But anyways you get the point.

I think there is a reason why us humans may not be able to remember everything in life. Its because memories are meant to be shared and held together with people. Its almost impossible to remember everything by yourself, but when your with your friends and you talk about the good times, then you can use everyone’s pieces of memories to put them all together. And after that you and all your friends can experience the memory as w hole. Also I think that even though we may remember the sad, we should not look at sad memories as setbacks, but use them as ways to bring you happiness and motivation. Because then you can look at the bad times and see how much you have grown.

P.S. I hate Blacksburg weather, How in the world does it go from like 60 degrees, sunny, and warm, to like 40 degrees, rainy, and cold.

Real or Fake

It's St. Patrick's Day. I don't know what this holiday is for.  But i know that leprechauns exist! Laugh all you want, but I swear on my life that i saw one today.  I was crossing the drill field and a saw something flash from the corner of my eye.  I did a double take, and there, standing on the edge of the sidewalk, where the grass meets the concrete, was the weirdest little thing.  I know everyone says that leprechauns resemble humans, but this leprechaun was nothing close to human.  Let me try and explain this strange creature. It was nothing like people described.  Ok, so this leprechaun had a long oval face.  The forehead extended to take up half of its face, if you could call it that.  Halfway down its face was its nose or I should say noses.  Instead of a simple nose like a human, it had a huge lump of nostrils.  The closest thing I can think of that resembled the nose is a porous sponge just sitting in the middle of its face.  Next you would think there would be the mouth right? No, instead there sat one eye. But instead of a normal eye it looked more like the opening to bottle.  Once we started talking i realized that this opening was so that a stalk would slither out and at the end of that stalk sat the eyeball.  Under the eye was the mouth.  This mouth was just a slit. Straight across from on side of its face to the other.  No lips.  just a slit and when the leprechaun opened its mouth to talk i saw rows of crooked teeth. Imagine a sharks set of teeth.  Now where the neck would usually be there was a trunk.  It's body was that of a plant.  It had a trunk-like neck that narrowed down into leafy foliage.  It seemed as if this thing was a perfect cross of plant and animal.  Its body seemed leafy but it was sturdy and from the sides of its stomach area was a paw and a hand.  Where the legs should have been was a root-like stump and a human-like foot.  It was as if this leprechaun was sown together from all the left overs of rotten carcasses.  It was the ugliest little thing I have probably seen in my life.  I wish i could have taken a picture of it so that I could post it with this blog.  Anyway, now that I have finished describing the leprechaun, I was in shock mode.  I don't know if anyone else saw it but I seemed to be the only one that seemed to take notice of it.  I tentatively approached the creature.  It spoke before I even had a chance to register what exactly I was going to say.  This thing only came up to my knee but its voice was surprisingly deep and gravelly.  It said to me, "Look here! I'm a leprechaun.  I know I'm not what you've been taught to believe, but i swear to you I'm a leprechaun and i need your help."  

I was frozen in disbelief.  As i tried to form words with my gaping mouth, a football came hurtling towards my feet.  Some frat boys were tossing around the football in the nice weather. Tossing the football back, I immediately twisted back to face the leprechaun, but it was nowhere to be seen.  There was not way to miss that ugly thing, but it must have been quick for such a stumpy creature because I could find it nowhere on the drill field.  I didn't know what to do so i just continued my walk to class.  This whole day has been a huge daze as my thoughts and beliefs have been rocked by this sudden appearance of a leprechaun.

HAHHA I'm just kidding! HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

I lied

I would say I had a pretty average life until I was 11. I lived with my mother, father, and my pet dog. Like any other kid, I would play outside till the sun disappeared from the sky, and nothing but street lights illuminate the ground. I rode my lime green mountain bike on every single street in my neighborhood; I played tag like it was my job, and had this amazing ability to have a new scab every single day.

All the memories of summer days and youth still linger in my head. But one day that is more important to me than even my own birthday is November 2, 2001.

I remember the last few days of October were the most agonizing days of life. My mother suddenly grew ill, and I couldn't do anything to help her. Both my mother and father figured it is probably just the flu, or just something simple that will go away with rest, but this was not the case. As the days went on my mothers’ condition got worse. My worried father always would return early from work to give my mother medicine and just take care of her. Long story short, we took my mother to the hospital and that was the last time I got to see her alive.

When I was little, I used to ask god why he had to take my mom so soon. I was bitter at the world. I was angry that no one in my family could save my mother; I mean to kids, grownups are practically superheroes that can do anything. I was also mad at myself for not being able to do anything for her. Since I was the biggest momma’s boy, my mother used to ask me if I could live without her, and I would always say, "No of course not" while being held in her arms. I told her that if she died, I will just die with her and I will never leave her side. When I think of this, I feel like the worst son ever. I said that I couldn’t live without her, and yet I’m still alive after 9 years. So, I decided if I get to see my mother in Heaven, I will apologize.