memories.

In the past 24 hours I’ve had such a flood of memories in my head that it’s been awe-inspiring. My new computer has this program that will play a slideshow of all the photos on your computer in random order and with music going in the background. So I laid in bed from midnight until two last night watching the slideshow of my photos.  That’s where all the memories were coming from… but they mostly were memories of the last two summers…

Glorieta… Fiesta TX… hanging out with Chris, J, and Preston that one day…

and even the Fiesta TX when I met Jenny and Kendrick, and there and back when we discussed movies we liked and didn’t like and how I hated my new braces.

Then, of course, there was the classic “look at how much we’ve grown” memories.

There were memories of that day at Wendy’s when all went to the mall and the kids rode that horse ride up by Hibbet Sports… playing (more like watching) DDR before it left the arcade.

Then there was the day we dressed up Chris in combat boots, trench coat, and gas mask and walked down the road just to watch people stare at him cause no one expected some 6-foot dude in a gas mask to be around the corner.

All those memories of Glorieta came back. Like the first full day, where we just walked around the whole place so I could take photographs of it all. The little park in the center of the camp with 40, 50 foot trees was really cool, and the lake.

Then, of course, for al the photos I lost I had memories, too. Like all the days hanging out with Allison before he left last summer and how we’d just go to places all day and talk… we’d always end up at Wal-Mart.

The pictures of Lost Maples and all the Bible Quizzing meets are also gone. It’s sad to accept. Those were some good times.

Looking back, though, I think in spite of everything bad that’s happened over the past few years, I’m always saying “those were the good times”. I think sometimes when I look back at life this way, I appreciate it. And it’s not like right now is not going well, it’s fine. It’s just that I wish I could go back and relive those moments somehow more fuller or more easier.

And, yes, sometimes memories make me cry, too.