I can remember a lot of things. A lot of good things and pleasant memories from my childhood and current life. Memories color our life and give us positive energy!
Snezhana
i remember the way her lips looked so close to my own hazy eyes. she was sleeping, but not really. we were both just drunk. we were lying down and i thought she was so beautiful and i felt the curves of her bony spine all the way up to the nape of her neck. her breathing made me remember the way her lips looked. the first time i met her. the first time i saw her cry.
she’s everything to me.
keldy
I remember everything.
Since I got here that is. I don’t remember anything that came before that. Really, strange but I can only recall the parts about me that I like. I don’t hate myself. And somehow that seems a vain and untrustworthy memory I shouldn’t remember.
remember when you told me it’d last forever? i believed you then. i still do now. i don’t know if i’ll ever stop, or if we’ll ever stop, or if this will ever stop. but this has been the best thing so far. and i don’t know what i’d do without it. i love you.
Ember
a trip to Europe. we rode on a train. we went to the eiffel tower. we got in trouble for climbing on it. we accidentally barged in on their room. we will probably never see them again. it was fun while it lasted.
KElli
macaroni and cheese i went to the seaside with my boyfriend, we screamed and shout in the water. it was like heaven. the sand was so beautiful and soft, like a god’s touch.
i am so afraid of starting over and put my heart on the table again.
roxi
remember when- one of my favorite alan jackson songs. there was a time when i was a kid and i would go fishing with my grandpaw in buras, la. as far down at the mouth of the mississippi you can get. we would fill the boat with redfish and speckled trout. after katrina hit we’ve never been back. oh how i remember those great days and wish i could relive those moments again
Jamie
Erinnerst du dich?
An unser Lachen?
An unsere Tränen?
Erinnerst du dich?
Wieviel Spaß wir gemeinsam hatten?
Wieviel Leid wir uns anfügten?
Ich erinnere mich
daran wie glücklich wir waren
trotz all den Dingen, die passierten
Manchmal wünsch ich mir die Zeit zurück
Anuri
remember the days of the old school yard, we used to laugh a lot, oh won’t you remember the days of the old school yard. I’m terrified of growing old and not remembering who i am, if i ever figure it out in the first place.
l.com
Remember the day when we were kids, when our parents paid for everything and put a roof over our heads. Remember how any psychological issues did not affect us as they do today. Remember how we would be sheltered in our own worlds away from crime and the reality of unemployment. I do. I remember. Well darn, now I live in this reality where people are starving and their kids drop out of schools to find work. I live in the world of war and anger which is what the American dream has sheltered us from. I am angry and at war with the world.
This is general enough that nothing specific comes to mind. What i remember changes from day to day; the most prominent memories change from season to season. I’m guilty of usually remembering most clearly insignificant things that some boy or other does. Isn’t that silly? Today, it’s some boy looking up and saying that he likes stuffed animals.
a memory of better place. good time bad times, nothing more nothing less. whoever you are, wherever you you, everyone has memories and remembers their lives. Without remembering a life is nothing but a collection of passing days…
Adestally
i remember the days of summer and the sound of the sea and the noise of the bug flying around the lamp at night. I remember the taste of lemonade and the feeling of sand in my mouth. I remember the laughter of friends and the color of the straweberries and the shadow of trees on the dusty road.i remember the music and the warmth of the campfire. i remember the kisses and the flowers on the terrasse. i remember the strolls on the avenue next to the sea and the old lady sitting on the bench. i remember the children building a sand castle and the whistle of the wind. i remember the time stood still and sweet summer lasted forever
not to yell at your husband, to clean up your room, to be grateful, to do your best, to take your vitamins, to meditate, not to eat the foods that make it hard to remember, that make your brain so foggy you can’t remember a thought from one minute to the next.
Denise
When I remember, I think of who I was. Who people in my life were, where I came from. Any possible regrets. I remember when I was happy, in love, depressed. My old home, how far I’ve come. I remember every detail, though sometimes I wish I didn’t. Not everything is a happy remembrance.
Beth
my life is all about remembering and not remembering; I was giving an emergency slide that allows me to escape from the present into improbably distant past or future days and therein to tinker and replace bits and pieces, make and remake into scenes that are better or just as often worse, change things so much in my playground of the imagination that I cannot remember what I started with, which part of the fabric is original and which is an applique of gilded tapestry, a silken insert,a rude and angry patch of sackcloth that I worked in, its OK, its not dishonest, there was no reality ever, no truth anyway that didn’t come through the filter of my mind
geraldine
remember when we used to hang out all the time. you would tell me your problems, your issues and i would listen intently. i didn’t know at the time all i was was a pawn. i was never important to you. but why can’t i stop thinking about you. all the time. i remember your smile. your jokes. your laugh. fuck. i fucking miss you.
mustafa
Remembering the time when things were happy. Remembering the time when things were great. Remember the kiss, remember the soft easiness. Remember the touch, remember the feel. Greatness it is to remember.
Ayla
the groceries, the milk, milkman walking down the street everymorning delivering an outdated item. sunny mornings, walking to school with friends, hazy days in school not wanting to learn but looking forward to playing in the school ground, making friends with other children, playing handball, winning losing, pushing in the line.
Jessica Stapleton
Pivot and observe,
A past time, with its
Own occurrences,
Deserved in full,
Never to be regretted.
i forget
to wash clothes
to read paper
to finish book
to update my blog
to be okay
to reali
jhgh
I remember everything. That is how I planned my middle adulthood. I found that I would forget the simplest moments, and that really bothered me. The moment I told myself to “remember all of this” is the moment I started recalling childhood memories that seemed to be long forgotten dreams.
Amy
i remember that i was a kid and had fun that is why i like kids and beings. It is fun time growing up and remembering our childhood. i also remember my school. i was always on top of course
daud_hamidi@hotmail.co.uk
I have had this word 4 times now. That is all I can remember. I remember that train ride our family had down south. The first time I’d been on a train. I
Mel
remember occurs when you seem to forget. It brings back the past and helps recreate an emotion that once occurred and maybe even become present in the future.
Alicia
Remember of the good old days. When tea was always cold and the oranges were always juicy. So juicy in fact.
January
The sweet smell of dishwashing liquid wanders around my ears and into my brain.
Oh, how I miss my first years of school.
Mel
the kind of September when it was really July in Michigan small town what was the name — should I google — it wow that wasn’t an option in 1979 much less 1930 when the play was written, or was it just about the 30’s? — and we went with High/Scope camp to see the Fantastiks
Remember when we first met?
Remember our first date?
Remember our first kiss?
Remember when you asked me to prom?
Remember when I said yes?
Remember the time I fell down the stairs at your grandparents house?
Remember when I first got sick?
Remember my first Chemo treatment?
Remember when I went into the hospital?
Remember when I never came out?
Remember my funeral?
Remember me?
The moon beginning to dip towards the horizon, the stars stare down on the dew-touched grass as the humid night drags on towards morning. Fuzzy and indistinct, something tugs at the back of my mind, a concept rarely remembered, but I feel as if I could never imagine my life without it.
He tried to make her remember the way everything was. Tried.
Never again would she remember the smells of her old home, the cold stones against her feet as she kept on walking. Never again would she remember.
Kendall
Remember that time we went to the beach? We saw that couple making out in the water and when we were frolicking in the waves you imitated those two. You scooped me up and kissed me. Right there in the salt water. It was glorious.
Amy
nostalgia. I love to remember and romanticize about so many things. I spend half of my time remembering and the other half dreaming of the future. never in the present, always in the past.
Dani
Remember the time when we fell in love? I do remember honey. Those were the best days of my life and I would definitely go back in time if I could, because remembering is just not enough; I want to live everything again, everything that we were.
Maria
Remember all those days in the sun, skin baking golden brown. The beautiful people you meet from all walks of the earth. Those winters in hues of blues and the warmth from sitting in front of the fire. Remember everything that makes you, you and those memories worth remembering.
Genevieve
I am not very good at remembering. What were the directions??? Oh yeah wait i dont want this to be my sentence!! Grr! How do i add more time!?! Ahahahahahah times almost up!
TJ
memories are important. memories bring sadness, happiness, anger. all sorts of emotions. that’s what i think of when i remember. writing helps remember. tests. not so interesting. remember. what a powerful word. the power to remember–the power of memory– is the power to retain, to embrace, to love.
benedetta bambagioni
Remember. Remember the time I saw you in the hall? I don’t think you do. We didn’t know each other at the time. But we had a little conversation. And well know I love you, but you love her! What does that say? See I thought it was fate we met then – and the next year we had class together. I mean when you asked me out I might have said no, but for a good reason – I was not exactly sure what your name was . . . I got it confused with other people who were in our art class. I am sorry I said no . . .are you sorry you are now with her? I know you want to be with her and I am so nice that I want you to be with her because for some reason I guess she makes you happy. I don’t know her, so I couldn’t say. Be with her though . . . to be happy because I love your smile – even if I am not the one putting it on your face. So do you remember that time in 7th Grade at our lockers? I remember that day very well and I have horrible memory and I like to think I remember it for a reason. We were talking about World History (which was the class I was running late for also). I kind of butted into your conversation which is something I normally wouldnt have done – but that day I did for some reason. I remember the look you gave me . . . I believe you were wearing a black shirt (WOW – I EVEN REMEMBER THAT!). Seriously, I barely remember yesterday.
mom. memories. moments. family. life. childhood. grief. wanting. virginity. when i was young. the good ole day. how it feels to be genuinely happy. being carefree. not worrying. not being alone. feeling wanted
I can remember a lot of things. A lot of good things and pleasant memories from my childhood and current life. Memories color our life and give us positive energy!
i remember the way her lips looked so close to my own hazy eyes. she was sleeping, but not really. we were both just drunk. we were lying down and i thought she was so beautiful and i felt the curves of her bony spine all the way up to the nape of her neck. her breathing made me remember the way her lips looked. the first time i met her. the first time i saw her cry.
she’s everything to me.
I remember everything.
Since I got here that is. I don’t remember anything that came before that. Really, strange but I can only recall the parts about me that I like. I don’t hate myself. And somehow that seems a vain and untrustworthy memory I shouldn’t remember.
remember when you told me it’d last forever? i believed you then. i still do now. i don’t know if i’ll ever stop, or if we’ll ever stop, or if this will ever stop. but this has been the best thing so far. and i don’t know what i’d do without it. i love you.
a trip to Europe. we rode on a train. we went to the eiffel tower. we got in trouble for climbing on it. we accidentally barged in on their room. we will probably never see them again. it was fun while it lasted.
macaroni and cheese i went to the seaside with my boyfriend, we screamed and shout in the water. it was like heaven. the sand was so beautiful and soft, like a god’s touch.
i am so afraid of starting over and put my heart on the table again.
remember when- one of my favorite alan jackson songs. there was a time when i was a kid and i would go fishing with my grandpaw in buras, la. as far down at the mouth of the mississippi you can get. we would fill the boat with redfish and speckled trout. after katrina hit we’ve never been back. oh how i remember those great days and wish i could relive those moments again
Erinnerst du dich?
An unser Lachen?
An unsere Tränen?
Erinnerst du dich?
Wieviel Spaß wir gemeinsam hatten?
Wieviel Leid wir uns anfügten?
Ich erinnere mich
daran wie glücklich wir waren
trotz all den Dingen, die passierten
Manchmal wünsch ich mir die Zeit zurück
remember the days of the old school yard, we used to laugh a lot, oh won’t you remember the days of the old school yard. I’m terrified of growing old and not remembering who i am, if i ever figure it out in the first place.
Remember the day when we were kids, when our parents paid for everything and put a roof over our heads. Remember how any psychological issues did not affect us as they do today. Remember how we would be sheltered in our own worlds away from crime and the reality of unemployment. I do. I remember. Well darn, now I live in this reality where people are starving and their kids drop out of schools to find work. I live in the world of war and anger which is what the American dream has sheltered us from. I am angry and at war with the world.
This is general enough that nothing specific comes to mind. What i remember changes from day to day; the most prominent memories change from season to season. I’m guilty of usually remembering most clearly insignificant things that some boy or other does. Isn’t that silly? Today, it’s some boy looking up and saying that he likes stuffed animals.
a memory of better place. good time bad times, nothing more nothing less. whoever you are, wherever you you, everyone has memories and remembers their lives. Without remembering a life is nothing but a collection of passing days…
i remember the days of summer and the sound of the sea and the noise of the bug flying around the lamp at night. I remember the taste of lemonade and the feeling of sand in my mouth. I remember the laughter of friends and the color of the straweberries and the shadow of trees on the dusty road.i remember the music and the warmth of the campfire. i remember the kisses and the flowers on the terrasse. i remember the strolls on the avenue next to the sea and the old lady sitting on the bench. i remember the children building a sand castle and the whistle of the wind. i remember the time stood still and sweet summer lasted forever
not to yell at your husband, to clean up your room, to be grateful, to do your best, to take your vitamins, to meditate, not to eat the foods that make it hard to remember, that make your brain so foggy you can’t remember a thought from one minute to the next.
When I remember, I think of who I was. Who people in my life were, where I came from. Any possible regrets. I remember when I was happy, in love, depressed. My old home, how far I’ve come. I remember every detail, though sometimes I wish I didn’t. Not everything is a happy remembrance.
my life is all about remembering and not remembering; I was giving an emergency slide that allows me to escape from the present into improbably distant past or future days and therein to tinker and replace bits and pieces, make and remake into scenes that are better or just as often worse, change things so much in my playground of the imagination that I cannot remember what I started with, which part of the fabric is original and which is an applique of gilded tapestry, a silken insert,a rude and angry patch of sackcloth that I worked in, its OK, its not dishonest, there was no reality ever, no truth anyway that didn’t come through the filter of my mind
remember when we used to hang out all the time. you would tell me your problems, your issues and i would listen intently. i didn’t know at the time all i was was a pawn. i was never important to you. but why can’t i stop thinking about you. all the time. i remember your smile. your jokes. your laugh. fuck. i fucking miss you.
Remembering the time when things were happy. Remembering the time when things were great. Remember the kiss, remember the soft easiness. Remember the touch, remember the feel. Greatness it is to remember.
the groceries, the milk, milkman walking down the street everymorning delivering an outdated item. sunny mornings, walking to school with friends, hazy days in school not wanting to learn but looking forward to playing in the school ground, making friends with other children, playing handball, winning losing, pushing in the line.
Pivot and observe,
A past time, with its
Own occurrences,
Deserved in full,
Never to be regretted.
Again. This is the 5th time I have recieved this word. That is all I remember right now.
i forget
to wash clothes
to read paper
to finish book
to update my blog
to be okay
to reali
I remember everything. That is how I planned my middle adulthood. I found that I would forget the simplest moments, and that really bothered me. The moment I told myself to “remember all of this” is the moment I started recalling childhood memories that seemed to be long forgotten dreams.
i remember that i was a kid and had fun that is why i like kids and beings. It is fun time growing up and remembering our childhood. i also remember my school. i was always on top of course
I have had this word 4 times now. That is all I can remember. I remember that train ride our family had down south. The first time I’d been on a train. I
remember occurs when you seem to forget. It brings back the past and helps recreate an emotion that once occurred and maybe even become present in the future.
Remember of the good old days. When tea was always cold and the oranges were always juicy. So juicy in fact.
The sweet smell of dishwashing liquid wanders around my ears and into my brain.
Oh, how I miss my first years of school.
the kind of September when it was really July in Michigan small town what was the name — should I google — it wow that wasn’t an option in 1979 much less 1930 when the play was written, or was it just about the 30’s? — and we went with High/Scope camp to see the Fantastiks
Remember when we first met?
Remember our first date?
Remember our first kiss?
Remember when you asked me to prom?
Remember when I said yes?
Remember the time I fell down the stairs at your grandparents house?
Remember when I first got sick?
Remember my first Chemo treatment?
Remember when I went into the hospital?
Remember when I never came out?
Remember my funeral?
Remember me?
The moon beginning to dip towards the horizon, the stars stare down on the dew-touched grass as the humid night drags on towards morning. Fuzzy and indistinct, something tugs at the back of my mind, a concept rarely remembered, but I feel as if I could never imagine my life without it.
I forgot memories.
He tried to make her remember the way everything was. Tried.
Never again would she remember the smells of her old home, the cold stones against her feet as she kept on walking. Never again would she remember.
Remember that time we went to the beach? We saw that couple making out in the water and when we were frolicking in the waves you imitated those two. You scooped me up and kissed me. Right there in the salt water. It was glorious.
nostalgia. I love to remember and romanticize about so many things. I spend half of my time remembering and the other half dreaming of the future. never in the present, always in the past.
Remember the time when we fell in love? I do remember honey. Those were the best days of my life and I would definitely go back in time if I could, because remembering is just not enough; I want to live everything again, everything that we were.
Remember all those days in the sun, skin baking golden brown. The beautiful people you meet from all walks of the earth. Those winters in hues of blues and the warmth from sitting in front of the fire. Remember everything that makes you, you and those memories worth remembering.
I am not very good at remembering. What were the directions??? Oh yeah wait i dont want this to be my sentence!! Grr! How do i add more time!?! Ahahahahahah times almost up!
memories are important. memories bring sadness, happiness, anger. all sorts of emotions. that’s what i think of when i remember. writing helps remember. tests. not so interesting. remember. what a powerful word. the power to remember–the power of memory– is the power to retain, to embrace, to love.
Remember. Remember the time I saw you in the hall? I don’t think you do. We didn’t know each other at the time. But we had a little conversation. And well know I love you, but you love her! What does that say? See I thought it was fate we met then – and the next year we had class together. I mean when you asked me out I might have said no, but for a good reason – I was not exactly sure what your name was . . . I got it confused with other people who were in our art class. I am sorry I said no . . .are you sorry you are now with her? I know you want to be with her and I am so nice that I want you to be with her because for some reason I guess she makes you happy. I don’t know her, so I couldn’t say. Be with her though . . . to be happy because I love your smile – even if I am not the one putting it on your face. So do you remember that time in 7th Grade at our lockers? I remember that day very well and I have horrible memory and I like to think I remember it for a reason. We were talking about World History (which was the class I was running late for also). I kind of butted into your conversation which is something I normally wouldnt have done – but that day I did for some reason. I remember the look you gave me . . . I believe you were wearing a black shirt (WOW – I EVEN REMEMBER THAT!). Seriously, I barely remember yesterday.
mom. memories. moments. family. life. childhood. grief. wanting. virginity. when i was young. the good ole day. how it feels to be genuinely happy. being carefree. not worrying. not being alone. feeling wanted