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BlackPearl glad you enjoyed the trip...thanks for coming with me

posted by brettnik on May 23, 2006 at 12:36 PM | link to this | reply

BlackPearl

posted by brettnik on May 23, 2006 at 12:36 PM | link to this | reply

brettnik,

This is great.  I really love how you bring back the memories, and that last paragraph is just the way I think we all feel sometimes about dreams trying to hold reality at bay.  Thanks.  :)

posted by BlackPearl1 on May 23, 2006 at 8:58 AM | link to this | reply

hey thanks, for as long as it took me to read, I was there. Thank you!

posted by gillfinn on May 15, 2006 at 12:31 PM | link to this | reply

justright

So true and good or bad so much of who we are.

posted by brettnik on May 14, 2006 at 5:42 PM | link to this | reply

lovely

the memories are what create the realities in many ways. Each one is somehow installed in a part of our being, and we can follow the path of long past feelings of joy or sadness, that all goes into shaping who and what we are now,

posted by justright on May 14, 2006 at 5:06 PM | link to this | reply

Jazwolf

Thanks!

posted by brettnik on May 13, 2006 at 7:20 PM | link to this | reply

Brettnik--- Re: your

 Not a problem. We all make these types of mistakes. My intent is to help others improve their writing, not criticize their often unintended errors.

posted by Jazwolf on May 13, 2006 at 11:15 AM | link to this | reply

Jazwolf

Isn't it weird how the memory of something imagined is no different at all from a memory of something you actually saw!

posted by brettnik on May 12, 2006 at 11:30 AM | link to this | reply

una01

I hope your country stayed out of war!  Unlike the one I'm in.

posted by brettnik on May 12, 2006 at 11:30 AM | link to this | reply

Brettnik--- Great post. I really enjoyed this. As a matter of fact,

I previously made notes of some of my childhood memories to write about. One of them was being certain that I saw a pyterodactyl flying over my house and believing that it and its family probably had a secret cave somewhere nearby.

posted by Jazwolf on May 12, 2006 at 8:26 AM | link to this | reply

Wow! Very vivid childhood memories!

I loved them.

My inner child resonates with this post.

Though I did not invent my own goddess, I invented a country and "put" it on the map for my family to see.

posted by una01 on May 11, 2006 at 8:21 PM | link to this | reply

DepTLC

I hear ya!   That is so true.  I miss that time...

posted by brettnik on May 11, 2006 at 8:15 PM | link to this | reply

So True

It's the purity and innocence of the imagination that I miss. Reality and experience can sure muddy things up.

posted by DepTLC on May 11, 2006 at 6:03 PM | link to this | reply

BrightIrish

Thanks so much for stopping by!  What did you remember?

posted by brettnik on May 11, 2006 at 4:51 PM | link to this | reply

Hi .... I'm so glad that I came here and didn't miss this post. You took me from the reality of today to magical times.. long ago, thank you!

posted by BrightIrish on May 11, 2006 at 11:15 AM | link to this | reply

Sannet

Ever get caught skipping?  Or running for no reason?  It's an adrenaline rush, but it is embarrassing...

posted by brettnik on May 11, 2006 at 8:51 AM | link to this | reply

Brettnik -

We all still have that same imagination. We've just been told that as adults, we can't think or dream like that. What a load of $#@!!*. One of the best things I ever learned was to not care what I am supposed to do based on social norms or mores and just do what I want on occassion - as long as it hurts no one. Let me tell you, it is the most liberating thing - though I am not over the "shame" of it. I still get embarrassed if I get caught doing what ever I am doing.

posted by sannhet on May 11, 2006 at 7:06 AM | link to this | reply

What happened?   Reading this, I feel like Rip Van Tapsel.

posted by TAPS. on May 10, 2006 at 7:32 PM | link to this | reply

Yeah, it's so sad ...

It's like the first time you realize that your father isn't Superman, but just some guy who wears his underwear on the outside of his pants.

P.S. I would have been a little wary of that neighbor.

"It's a bird!  It's a plane!
No, wait ... it is a bird."

posted by Mademoiselle on May 10, 2006 at 4:46 PM | link to this | reply