Midnight Thoughts

If memory lane was real?

If memory lane was real?

               Memory would be a place that everyone would want to visit because it holds all their happiest memories, but everyone often forgets that it has the sad, painful and regrettable memories as well. Some people come here right after they part from someone. So, they can remember what they had good going in their life before that person or with the person. Some people live in memory lane because they can’t let go of the past, so they are stuck here. Here is a place that no one really wants to get rid of but it is a place that no one really wants to stay at either. Everyone wants to keep it around for their own personal uses. Some don’t even want to share it. Some want to burn it to the ground. Then there are some who really don’t care about it. Memory lane is as real as we make it.

               So, the first memory I would see if memory lane is the one that my grandma always told me about. My grandma owned a trailer down but the Muskingum river. I was about five or six years old. It was a really hot day, so my uncle Matt, had gotten two water guns to supper soakers and two of the baby water guns. Well he kept the big ones for himself and gave me the small ones. By noon I was soaking wet and I hadn’t even got a drop of water on him. He says we are done and he sits down at the table we had outside. I was so mad that I waited one hour. During that hour I was thinking of way to get him back. I finally came up with a plan. I went in the trailer and gotten a bottle of water from the fridge. I took it out to him and stood next to him. He ruffled my hair. That just pissed me off even more. Grandma had just gotten done fixing it from the first time he messed it up. I opened the ice-cold water and went to hand it to him as he reached out for it I dumped it on his lap. He jumped up so quick that he knocked over the chair. Before the chair hit the ground, I was gone. I ran as fast as my little legs would take me. I could hear everyone laughing and my uncle shooting that I come back this insisted. But being me I didn’t. I could hear my grandma yelling at him telling him to stop it. I made a loop back to my grandma’s trailer knowing that she would stop him before he could get to me. When I got there, she gave me a high-five and told me good job. When uncle finally caught up with me. My grandma stepped in front of him and told him to stop this right now. She went on to tell him that he had gotten what he dissevered. I couldn’t stop laughing because it looked like he had pissed himself. He learned not to mess with me when it came to water because I will get my revenge one way or another.

               So, I would have to give memory lane a three out of five because along with the good memories there are bad ones. For some people, like me, the bad out ways the good. So, this isn’t a place that I would like to visit. My past is just a reminder of how I have messed up in my past. This is my opinion and it is not a fact. Have a nice day and a nice week. Love you guys.

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