A collection of memories from growing up in New Jersey:
Waking Up Realizing that I was alive and separate from my environment
Estaugh Avenue Where I spent the first years of my life in the late 1960's
The Playground Remembering the day I completely lost myself in time
Mountwell The woods at the end of my street in Haddonfield
Journaling Realizing the value of re-reading what I'd written
Road Dreams Dreaming of travel while growing up in Haddonfield, NJ
The Orchard Working at a apple and peach orchard in high school
Less is More Sometimes the best thing is to stop trying so hard
EdSamm's Working at a machine shop in high school
College How I went about deciding where I would go to college
Westbound Pondering on my deep desire to travel
We all have places that only exist in memory. People, places, and things are all decaying and passing away. The moment into which we were born feels so solid and permanent when we are young, but then we look back and see that it was deteriorating before our eyes.
These memories are special to me because they are mine, and preserving them makes them neither more or less real, any more than it can bring back those that are gone.