I've been thinking a lot about memories and how they appear in our minds. A friend taught me that children see life in "snapshots" until about age 12. This made me start to think about my own memories and how certain memories stand out and others do not.
I have one snapshot memory of being in the store Sears with my Daddy. He took me to different places each week and we would look at everything in the store. I loved it! This particular evening, I was about 5 years old and we were in the store late. They ended up looking all of the doors, Daddy and I were running around the store laughing like crazy while we tried to find a way out.
Finally, the security guard, who was laughing with us, finally let us out.
This memory has stayed with me all these years. A snapshot of a funny adventure with my dad.
Anyone want to share a "snapshot" of a childhood memory?
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