What would you say if someone asked “What is your story?” What would you pull out as the important and dismiss as trivial and insignificant? What value do you give your experiences? How do you begin and where do you end? Does it start with birth and end with death? I was born. I lived. I died. (Who said that? I can’t remember). What happens in the middle part?
I have started keeping a note of my memories and I suppose that they are the most important ones as they are the ones that I can actually remember. They are not always good memories but they have made an impression. I have lots more memories which I haven’t written down yet and they will all form the majority of the middle part. Family. Friends. School. Boyfriends. University. Nights Out. Jobs. Life. Added to all these fantastic things is always a flip side but no less important. Losing family and friends. Heart break. Nights in. Losing jobs. Not being a part of life. Hopefully a healthy combination of all of the above will make for a rich and varied tapestry of life!
Both of my grandmothers lost their memories towards the ends of their lives and I wish they had written down some of their experiences. It would be nice to know their thoughts and feelings and how perhaps things don’t change inside a person, even though times have changed. I would like to be able to give my children and my grandchildren a diary and let them know that they are not the first people to go through what they’re going through. To let them know that grown ups are not completely bizarre creatures.
Hopefully my story would be interesting to them (if not to rest of the world!). What is your story?
La Vita e Bella 