You’re talking with a traveling companion about your past experiences, remembering favorite moments – only you can’t recall exactly where the event occurred?
Happens to my Accomplice and I all the time – a combination of having been to a great many places, and the filling-up of memory capacity, and the perhaps inevitable jumbling that comes with advancing age and experiences…
“Do you remember that time we got caught in the middle of the cattle drive – ?”
“Oh, yeah! When the cattle broke through the fence, and there were actual cowboys on horseback, trying to round them up and put them in another pasture?”
“And that bull bumped into Gus, and dented the hood?”
“Yeah – where was that?”
“Idaho – I think. But where in Idaho?”
“Somewhere near the Atomic City….?”
“And where was that really bad diner….?”
“Oh, yeah! We had to park out back, down a dirt road, and it was the worst food and service we ever had -”
“But where was it?”
It might be embarrassing how often this happens – except that we did have the experiences, and we have the heart of the memories, at least, and the warmth and wonder of sharing even our inexact collections, and the time together that created them…
In the rich tapestry of our nearly two decades together, there are a few snags and loose threads and frayed places where the picture isn’t so clear anymore.. but I think those times add texture and character – or at least that’s what I tell myself when the where of a place won’t come, and we’re left with a mysterious “X” to mark the elusive spot….
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Now it’s your turn! Does your personal or relationship history include spots marked with an “X”, because you can’t remember where something happened? What parts of the memory stand out crisply, and which has time obscured? No need for an “X” to mark this spot – comments go in the box below!