Imagine a time of things covered in reality and the now. In your head they play like a movie. Complete with sepia tones and dancing marks. Sometimes you are the editor sometimes not. And in time the print fades. Until written by someone else…
Justin Buckley
remember, childhood, brain, hard sometimes, past, game, thinking, song from play,
emily
i remember things, and i forget it sometimes, my memory makes me lose or find things, i don’t kno what makes it work, but it works, sometimes, i don’t know whether or not my memory likes me but i do know it will let me remember or forget things.
Adam Patterson
My father-in-law, Bill, has no memory of where to go to the bathroom. He has no memory of where he last ate or even when he last ate and it makes him angry.
It makes me angry that he is this way because he has lived such a fantastic life.
Anna
My memory is always fleeting, but where does it go? It can be so fragile yet so strong, but when the time comes for me to shine I will always have my memory to count on.
dustin morrison
memory, things that come from the memory, wait shit, no. memory, the capability of being able to remember. good things, bad things, sad things. I havenothing else to say about that word.i like good memories in which you can just bask in with friends, reminiscing. sigh. good old days. img onna kill myself.
bchan
I have a memory of fishing as a child. I was never patient enough to be a very good fisherman. My brother was much more patient and as a result caught more fish. As an adult I take my young son fishing. I find that I am much more patient now and he is the impatient one. Funny.
Kevin Harris
My eighteenth birthday no one came to my party, I thought I was sos popular and was crushed. My mom ended up inviting some of her friends over and I had a blast. I’m sure It was the most fun I possibly could have had.
Nicole
i forget about everything i say. what was i talking about anyway? it’s funny to me when i remember things because i never do. when it happens, it’s like someone told me what to say, not that i actually remembered it. maybe it’s me but i don’t really care. maybe it’s all the weed i smoke.
Sofa King
I remember. I know I do. I can see it, but no. It’s there, I know it is, I can feel it! So then why can’t I quite see it? It’s blurred, disoriented. But it’s there. Somewhere, lost in my crazed mind, it’s there…..
Harrison
I’m afraid of getting old and having Alzheimers. My memories are all that I have in my life. They’re everything that matters. Everything I see, hear, smell, taste or feel is made to mean more becuase of the memories that they bring up for me.
kim
I don’t know what to think about memories. They aren’t anything really. Neurons and chemical reactions in parts of the brain that no one understands. But they’re everything, really. Like my philosophy teacher said, a person can only describe himself with his story, his history. So memories are really the only way we have to communicate who we are with one another.
Lily
thoughts of the past. lost ~. lost hope. regret. fond ~. a better time.
Ben
I have no memory anymore. I don’t recall eating an excessive amount of lead paint chips or anything but I do feel my brain slowly peeling back at the edges like a dried up sticker, and there’s not much underneath, just a shrinking drying emptiness. Not to be depressing, though. It’s not really so bad.
A.
oh memory memory is a two way friend, it can help you achieve great a
Mischa
stick mind health body
byla
I remember the first day I tasted coffee. It had a bitter taste. My nose crinkled instinctively; my tongue ejected itself from my mouth, forming a disgusted expression. Never again.
Zach Telmar
i lost my memory ya old lady. I lost it in a vat of ice cream right after the cop shot my mother, she had alzheimers.
Tommy
By the time I finish writing this I won’t even remember what I thought I would I write. Memory to me is such an under appreciated function of my human mind as well as nature’s gift to all creatures. Without it, well we wouldn’t survive, but at the same time not being able to forget would no doubt cause more pain to one.
VF
memory is weird it’s like a ghost from the past just suddenly turning yp in front of you, not normally wanted it just suddenly turns up and you have to think about it. It can be useful but it can also play tricks on you, which is half the fun I suppose but you can never remember things in exactly the way they happened so the memort of one thing, one event is different for everyone.
Genni P-B
Is something I have in short supply. I can remember like yesterday things that happened years ago but don’t ask me what happened this morning!
Shaun Small
i like to see if i can remember my dreams when i wake up everyday. my father has dementia. memory can be a good thing, sometimes.
mese
One time my chuch went to alake when i was like 5. I tought it was a beach and i played alot.
lupita
memories are thing that one decides to remember. memories can be good or bad. They can trigger thought, be tiggered by thoughts, and everything in between.
Clynton
memory is a path to my self and god. my memories help me treasure and understand the past. It is true that my remembrances may be inaccurate but they are mine. I have good and bad memories of people and places. My first memory is of being in a big bed which was situated under a high, wide window and there are many stuffed animals on the bed. A particular animal is some sort of black and white cat. It is night and my mother is preparing to go to work on the graveyard shift. There is a babysitter. I remember being spanked with a comb. One of my favorite memories is staring into my daughter’s eyes. She is six months old and I am singing ‘my favorite things’ from the musical Sound of music. the connection is deep. Last, my first god memory is seeing a dead bird and being deeply sad about the injustice of death. Memory is a private path that I take often.
birdy
But that was all I saw in a grey haze loving every once-forgotten zealous scared and potential storyline that would come to no conclusion. Her red cheeks glimmered sweatily in a midday hum of humidity. So much time to know her flittered out the window of her eyes.
Daryl
thinking of the past the true definition of death or is it the life that has happened to us already turned inward a reflection only to find that there is nothing there but an illusion fake or real it guides us and kills us we do not know if it is even real it can fake you out easier and quicker than a deke
Michael P. Gusek
of all things i have lost i miss my memory most!
Djoelz
i have a memory of my dog honey eating and then I ate. I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to share. i thought she was sweet and being my friend. I ate and she ate. Then we shared some water. It was sweet. Her hair tickled my face. She stunk. I probably stunk too but I was 7 so I didn’t care. You know?
Ivanna
I remember now that night two nights ago when we didn’t go to sleep so I suppose it was more like the morning and we sat out on your small, slanted roof and you told me that I was the oddly shaped piece of your soul this is my memory.
Ella Emma M
It is a dream, a story, the words we make up to explain time and the decisions we’ve made. It is a smell, like incense in some remote Indian village, it is the wet moss in a west-coast forest, it is what you make it
sonja ruebsaat
Times long since past that you look back upon and smile.
For most it is a cherished birthday, meeting, experience, time or place. For many other sit is a state of mind, smell, or thought.
litepack
Memory takes us back to our childhoods, to special times we want to relive and often triggered by nothing more than a smell.
Shawn3k (sham of 3)
everything i know is rooted in the memories of my family and myself. I have so any different things to say about memories. there is so much good and bad. perhaps the worst is those things we can`t remember but have a vague impression of them. like dreams.
Kiara Brown
Memory is very important part of the human brain.
This helps us to remember and recall events and people that are important for our daily life and improve our life style and net work. Memory could be improved if one can work towards improving systematically. There are several books or tools that could teach one how to improve the memory.
Vijay Reddy
Mind over matter, they always say. But how could I forget her? She was my life; she was my passion; she was my one and only love. Obstacles of true malice stood before us, and they were too strong for us to overcome.
The love soon died and the fiery passion within us fell apart. None could relive our passionate days, and I shall always remember them.
Truth brought freedom; freedom brought sadness; sadness brought death.
Michael Thompson
i have th worst memory. it stopped working cause i have smoked copious amounts of weed. for eight yers solid. i have not been un-high for more than a week inall that time. my bbrain is fucked. let that be lesson to you.
co
my first memory i can remember was when i went to Disney world for the first time i was 4 years old! my grandfather big bad bubba wanted to take me to show the way the these characters influence young lives.
Compton
I forgot what I was supposed to write here. I had a good Idea, but my Memory is not what ist once was.
this is a load of garbage
Imagine a time of things covered in reality and the now. In your head they play like a movie. Complete with sepia tones and dancing marks. Sometimes you are the editor sometimes not. And in time the print fades. Until written by someone else…
remember, childhood, brain, hard sometimes, past, game, thinking, song from play,
i remember things, and i forget it sometimes, my memory makes me lose or find things, i don’t kno what makes it work, but it works, sometimes, i don’t know whether or not my memory likes me but i do know it will let me remember or forget things.
My father-in-law, Bill, has no memory of where to go to the bathroom. He has no memory of where he last ate or even when he last ate and it makes him angry.
It makes me angry that he is this way because he has lived such a fantastic life.
My memory is always fleeting, but where does it go? It can be so fragile yet so strong, but when the time comes for me to shine I will always have my memory to count on.
memory, things that come from the memory, wait shit, no. memory, the capability of being able to remember. good things, bad things, sad things. I havenothing else to say about that word.i like good memories in which you can just bask in with friends, reminiscing. sigh. good old days. img onna kill myself.
I have a memory of fishing as a child. I was never patient enough to be a very good fisherman. My brother was much more patient and as a result caught more fish. As an adult I take my young son fishing. I find that I am much more patient now and he is the impatient one. Funny.
My eighteenth birthday no one came to my party, I thought I was sos popular and was crushed. My mom ended up inviting some of her friends over and I had a blast. I’m sure It was the most fun I possibly could have had.
i forget about everything i say. what was i talking about anyway? it’s funny to me when i remember things because i never do. when it happens, it’s like someone told me what to say, not that i actually remembered it. maybe it’s me but i don’t really care. maybe it’s all the weed i smoke.
I remember. I know I do. I can see it, but no. It’s there, I know it is, I can feel it! So then why can’t I quite see it? It’s blurred, disoriented. But it’s there. Somewhere, lost in my crazed mind, it’s there…..
I’m afraid of getting old and having Alzheimers. My memories are all that I have in my life. They’re everything that matters. Everything I see, hear, smell, taste or feel is made to mean more becuase of the memories that they bring up for me.
I don’t know what to think about memories. They aren’t anything really. Neurons and chemical reactions in parts of the brain that no one understands. But they’re everything, really. Like my philosophy teacher said, a person can only describe himself with his story, his history. So memories are really the only way we have to communicate who we are with one another.
thoughts of the past. lost ~. lost hope. regret. fond ~. a better time.
I have no memory anymore. I don’t recall eating an excessive amount of lead paint chips or anything but I do feel my brain slowly peeling back at the edges like a dried up sticker, and there’s not much underneath, just a shrinking drying emptiness. Not to be depressing, though. It’s not really so bad.
oh memory memory is a two way friend, it can help you achieve great a
stick mind health body
I remember the first day I tasted coffee. It had a bitter taste. My nose crinkled instinctively; my tongue ejected itself from my mouth, forming a disgusted expression. Never again.
i lost my memory ya old lady. I lost it in a vat of ice cream right after the cop shot my mother, she had alzheimers.
By the time I finish writing this I won’t even remember what I thought I would I write. Memory to me is such an under appreciated function of my human mind as well as nature’s gift to all creatures. Without it, well we wouldn’t survive, but at the same time not being able to forget would no doubt cause more pain to one.
memory is weird it’s like a ghost from the past just suddenly turning yp in front of you, not normally wanted it just suddenly turns up and you have to think about it. It can be useful but it can also play tricks on you, which is half the fun I suppose but you can never remember things in exactly the way they happened so the memort of one thing, one event is different for everyone.
Is something I have in short supply. I can remember like yesterday things that happened years ago but don’t ask me what happened this morning!
i like to see if i can remember my dreams when i wake up everyday. my father has dementia. memory can be a good thing, sometimes.
One time my chuch went to alake when i was like 5. I tought it was a beach and i played alot.
memories are thing that one decides to remember. memories can be good or bad. They can trigger thought, be tiggered by thoughts, and everything in between.
memory is a path to my self and god. my memories help me treasure and understand the past. It is true that my remembrances may be inaccurate but they are mine. I have good and bad memories of people and places. My first memory is of being in a big bed which was situated under a high, wide window and there are many stuffed animals on the bed. A particular animal is some sort of black and white cat. It is night and my mother is preparing to go to work on the graveyard shift. There is a babysitter. I remember being spanked with a comb. One of my favorite memories is staring into my daughter’s eyes. She is six months old and I am singing ‘my favorite things’ from the musical Sound of music. the connection is deep. Last, my first god memory is seeing a dead bird and being deeply sad about the injustice of death. Memory is a private path that I take often.
But that was all I saw in a grey haze loving every once-forgotten zealous scared and potential storyline that would come to no conclusion. Her red cheeks glimmered sweatily in a midday hum of humidity. So much time to know her flittered out the window of her eyes.
thinking of the past the true definition of death or is it the life that has happened to us already turned inward a reflection only to find that there is nothing there but an illusion fake or real it guides us and kills us we do not know if it is even real it can fake you out easier and quicker than a deke
of all things i have lost i miss my memory most!
i have a memory of my dog honey eating and then I ate. I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to share. i thought she was sweet and being my friend. I ate and she ate. Then we shared some water. It was sweet. Her hair tickled my face. She stunk. I probably stunk too but I was 7 so I didn’t care. You know?
I remember now that night two nights ago when we didn’t go to sleep so I suppose it was more like the morning and we sat out on your small, slanted roof and you told me that I was the oddly shaped piece of your soul this is my memory.
It is a dream, a story, the words we make up to explain time and the decisions we’ve made. It is a smell, like incense in some remote Indian village, it is the wet moss in a west-coast forest, it is what you make it
Times long since past that you look back upon and smile.
For most it is a cherished birthday, meeting, experience, time or place. For many other sit is a state of mind, smell, or thought.
Memory takes us back to our childhoods, to special times we want to relive and often triggered by nothing more than a smell.
everything i know is rooted in the memories of my family and myself. I have so any different things to say about memories. there is so much good and bad. perhaps the worst is those things we can`t remember but have a vague impression of them. like dreams.
Memory is very important part of the human brain.
This helps us to remember and recall events and people that are important for our daily life and improve our life style and net work. Memory could be improved if one can work towards improving systematically. There are several books or tools that could teach one how to improve the memory.
Mind over matter, they always say. But how could I forget her? She was my life; she was my passion; she was my one and only love. Obstacles of true malice stood before us, and they were too strong for us to overcome.
The love soon died and the fiery passion within us fell apart. None could relive our passionate days, and I shall always remember them.
Truth brought freedom; freedom brought sadness; sadness brought death.
i have th worst memory. it stopped working cause i have smoked copious amounts of weed. for eight yers solid. i have not been un-high for more than a week inall that time. my bbrain is fucked. let that be lesson to you.
my first memory i can remember was when i went to Disney world for the first time i was 4 years old! my grandfather big bad bubba wanted to take me to show the way the these characters influence young lives.
I forgot what I was supposed to write here. I had a good Idea, but my Memory is not what ist once was.