Memories ~ Are you hearing Barbra singing?

~~ Memories......   If you answered yes to hearing Barbra (either silently or out loud), your age is showing.  And if it was out loud and you're sitting out somewhere in public please note people are probably looking at you questionably.  If you answered, "Who is Barbra", your age is showing.  For those in the "know" there doesn't even need to be a last name associated.  The spelling alone will do the job.

On the road again, lol, now who's hearing Willie?  Sorry folks, I guess this morning I'm channeling my inner Cristen ~ bright shiny object.  (And no, googling Cristen won't help you identify her.)  Let me attempt to get back on track.  Memories, they can flash, flood, overwhelm, make us laugh, make us cry, make us ponder what in the world were we thinking at the time.

I find it absolutely amazing that all of our senses, you remember those, we learned about them in elementary school.  Of course back then there were only five:  sight, taste, hearing, touch & smell.  WTH,  if you google it now, they've up the number to 9.  Not so sure I agree with the four new additions, but then they didn't ask me.  Much like Pluto.  Pluto will ALWAYS be a planet (and life long companion of Mickey).  There's that dang bright shiny object again....  Sorry.  Senses.  Memories.  I find it truly and absolutely amazing that all five of those original senses can alone, or in any combination together, trigger a memory that hits you as quickly as the speed of light.  Yes, Mark Bollman, I'm exaggerating but you get my point.

And how a memory, triggered by one sense, can simultaneously trigger another different sense.  Example:  I can hear a song, and BOOM.... I'm remembering a Friday night dance after a football game 39 years ago .  Slow dancing with my "first love" (yep, everyone has one).  But in that very next instant, while I'm remembering how it felt, remembering the sounds, BOOM.... I can remember how he smelled.  And it's actually such a strong memory, I can actually smell him.  Of course no one else can, but it's there. 

What's the first memory you can remember?  I'd love to hear it!  Mine, I was three.  My dad was talking on the phone.  He hung it up.  I can remember it had a long curly cord and even the location of it on the wall in the kitchen.  We walked into my bedroom and he let me pick out my favorite outfit, my closet doors slid open and shut.  We're back in the kitchen and he's helping me finish buttoning up the little blue top / jacket. I looked like a little sailor.  I remember him telling me today was a very special day because we were going to the hospital to pick up my mom and my brand new baby brother.  I was three.  It was March 1967.

I can't remember anything else from 1967 but that one stands out clear as day.  

It's not just about the destination, but the journeys we take to get there.  AND the memories we make along the way......  Now maybe my grown men boys will understand why I ALWAYS told them daily to "make good memories".