The "sounded better in my head" blog

It is funny the things that link us to our past. I never really think about things that happened to me when I first started preschool, until I was reminded of the school I went to. There is a set of stairs in the university center that absolutely reeks of that run down little school. Whenever I climb those stairs memories flood back of chicken pox, nap time, the bat in the chapel, and the crazy rules we had to follow. Eating a symphony bar reminds me of when I used to live in a rundown trailer park. I remember the trap in the living room floor, it was a hole invisible to the naked eye, the exact size of foot but the carpet remained, we would always catch our foot in it a trip. The snow days we spent reading books or just laying around because we did not have a TV back then. We called them lazy days. Matchbox twenty reminds me of my mom and summers on the beach spent blasting mad season. "Wagon wheel" reminds me of my family during the summer and at Christmas. The sound of waves or loons remind me of waking up at summer camp. Pudding reminds me of my old dog Mikey and her face after we fed it to her. These random things have the most minute connection to what I am forced to think of when I hear see or taste them, but that is all I want to think about. Now whenever I am in the university I go out of my way to use those stairs. I like thinking of my past because it is what made me me.