DP Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu
Which good memories are better–the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I like the memories that time has covered in a sweet haze. When I was very young,life seemed simple, I woke up early in the morning, according to mom sleeping late was a devilish habit. Did I understand what she meant, of course not, I knew it was something she disproved.
Rain or shine we were out the door when it was a week-end, we played to our hearts content, mom would call us to have lunch we’d gobble it in two seconds flat and back to the playground we’d go. It was as if inside the home was for sleeping.
My younger sister had some unbelievable imagination, she told me there were some little people growing in our garden,she takes them in the palm of her hand and has hours of fun playing, did I believe it,yes to me this was possible, I’d ask her to show me the little people somehow she managed to keep me in suspense.
My mind was flexible, I always believed every weird story I heard, it probably is a process of growing up.
During the monsoon season we’d run out jump and hop in the rain,if we were too wet we’d go inside change and back outside we went to get wet, giggle and run, then someone would sing Tagore’s famous song, “Rain is falling drip drop”, I’d join in and sang as loud as I could.
These are the memories I treasure, “Those were the days my friends we thought will never end.” They are so vivid seems it was only yesterday we did all those things, today’s memory cannot compete with the fun we had!