loyal_memories

Loyal Memories

Throughout your life, you always remember a memory from the past.
Important memories follow you like a loyal pet while the others stray behind and flee from you. In my head, I have three of these major events chasing me everywhere. Sometimes it's good to remember a bit of your past.

Late June sunlight poured through my bedroom window. The room was a dusty one, with carpet like the ocean and plain white walls. Two figures sat on that ocean. One of those figures, who was I, continued to babble while the other, my brother, suddenly sat up straight. Curiosity filled my one-and-a-half-year old eyes. My brother raced down exactly sixteen steps on a wooden staircase just to see my mom. Apparently, she was making lunch, so she didn't bother listening to his attempt at conversation. Later on when I had turned three, my brother told me my first sentence was, "I don't like red." Today, I still have that odd memory, but my brother has forgotten. Maybe it wasn't important enough to him.

Two more years flew by unnoticed, until I turned five. That is when the second big
turn in life took place. Sometime in the middle of August, my first steps into a classroom were taken. Back then I thought school was some kind of cruel torture, because some adults despised children at my older school. Of course, what I thought wasn't true, but I thought it was because what happened to me on the first day.
Anxiety and nervousness spread through my veins. The day didn't go very smoothly despite there being a party. Kids were whining, sobbing, and about five were
throwing temper tantrums. Teachers reacted in harsh voices accompanied with
sighs. You couldn't really blame them much, the situation was frustrating. I was a
sickly child, and a lucky one, because I escaped the pandemonium thanks to the
flu. Two weeks passed until I reluctantly returned to school. By the end of the year,
I learned school is never as bad as it was on the first day.

Trees transformed into forests of blurs as I blankly stared out a car window.
Not too long ago, I graduated from second grade. Life wasn't what you would
call "golden" anymore. Especially since I was moving into a city called Denver.
The neon sun shone above me though I felt as if it were burning away all my
previous experiences. Disappointment stuck in my head, I was not satisfied with
my new surroundings. It was around a month later when I finally got used to the
new territory. I started to attend a new school, but I didn't like it there. People
were not too nice, or even smart. It was in fourth grade when I was put into
another new school, a wonderful one, called Normandy. Changes happen, good
or bad, and I got used to my new home.

Time still flies like an arrow, it always has and always will. Along with time
come memories. Within those memories are morals and other lessons.
They're just like humans, everyone of them is unique. By the time I'm sixty-two,
I bet that I will still remember those moments. Months zoom by while my "pets
of the past" follow at my heels, and the lesser "pests of the past" dash into void.