Memories

Spring Lilacs

Memory is a funny thing. We say this all the time, but when I stop to think about it, it really is. This week is Teacher’s Appreciation Week, so I already had school memories on my mind. But at least twice this week, I have been reminded of walking to school. I walked to school almost my whole life. Not until 6th grade did I even live somewhere that made me eligible to ride the bus. And even then, I often walked with my brother and his friend, and even by myself once they went to high school. I know that I walked in every type of weather. But rainy and snowy days never trigger those memories (at least, not that I remember). But somehow, something in the air these past few beautiful spring days just feels and smells like walking to school. I don’t know why. I live somewhere I never attended school, which has a climate unlike any of the other 8 where I have lived. And yet, some combination of sunshine and spring flowers here has unearthed these memories that are more than 35 years old. How our minds work is fascinating to me. But rather than think too hard about it right now, I’m going to enjoy this beautiful day.