03 Nov That’s Gonna Leave a Mark
I have a terrible memory. I hate it, but it’s true. My entire family makes fun of me for it. But, what’s a girl to do? In fact, my brother and I were joking on Halloween about how I don’t remember even one costume I wore as a kid. I do have a vague recollection of wearing plastic masks with the elastic bands that wrapped around your head. That image is etched in my brain because I can almost feel the moist condensation that would collect inside the mask after a chilly night trick-or-treating in Indiana. Gross. I used to think I had to push some stuff out of my brain only to stuff more knowledge in as I learned and read more. But, that doesn’t explain why I know all the words to American Pie and vividly remember Mrs. Hall pinning a tail on the back of Lee Adrianson’s blue jeans in third grade to detour him from being a tattletale. (In a crazy plot twist, Lee’s is an amazing elementary school teacher now!) One detail I probably would never have remembered was the exact section I was in for 6th Grade Social Studies. Every time I see Mike Burchette, he...