Remembering and/or memory can be a tricky thing. How much of what we remember is what actually happened? How much is connected to what others have told us? (Particularly early memories.) How much is colored/tainted by our emotions. Good vs bad memories. I personally have discovered some of my "bad" memories aren't (weren't?) as bad as I thought, which has been refreshing. I can laugh about some stuff because it's so stupid to hang on to negative memories, particularly when there's no reason to.
There was a time in my life when I didn't remember much of my childhood. I "clearly" remember thinking I didn't have much to remember, that my life was mundane. It wasn't until I started working with kids and in the process telling them about myself that memories began to pop up. Then when I started writing for real it was like I discovered a mine loaded with jewels. The jewels are of all sizes, shapes, colors, textures. Suddenly I had memories, suddenly I remembered. (I'm still digging in that mine, it seems pretty endless.)
Dale Carnegie said: Remember happiness doesn't depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely on what you think.
Remember, each one of us has the power to change the world. Just start thinking peace, and the message will spread quicker than you think.
Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.
Our memories are like crayons, they color our thoughts, color our writing.
What are your favorite colors? Are you into pastels, earth tones or deep blues and black? Or are you like me, a rainbow child.
If your were a coloring book with all the pictures colored and it was all that you "left behind," how would you want to be remembered?