Memory

Memory is a strange aspect of the human experience.  Often we cannot remember good experiences as we wish, yet we cannot forget mistakes or bad feeling we once knew.

I was talking on the way home from Bible study tonight about some pleasant college memories.  I often forget, in the haze of memory, that I had some wonderful times in college.  I was popular and enjoyed lots of activities with people my own age.  That seems strange now because almost all my time is spent with people older than I.  I miss having friends of my own age and experience.  If I would go back I would capture certain moments, friends and feelings:

• All the great nights spent at the little brick duplex on Crook Avenue.  I was so in love with every girl that lived in that house.  Luckily, they all avoided my advances and all are happily married.
• The trip to Columbia/Mt.Pleasant during my sophomore year.  I never felt so accepted by people my own age as I did by Boo, Aarek, Chantel, Allison, Heather, April, Stacey and all the other friends that made that trip so memorable.
• The New England summer course.  Monica, Jeremy and Rachel (plus Drs. John and Margaret) made this trip amazing despite the cramped conditions and continual playing of Backstreet Boys.
• Paul Gray Hall and guys like Scott, Jeremy, Brandon, Daniel, Travis, Adam, Stephen, Zack, Joseph, C-Hump and Cason.
• Bible class at Estes.  Thanks Jesse, Jason and Mark.
• Bell's Drive-In.  Best Hamburger in the state.  Really.
• Jack's Creek Bar-b-que.
• Intramurals.  I loved single A sports and I played for three different clubs (2 of which dissolved later).

So many more memories could be named.  I have come to realize that while parts of my college experience were stressful and dismal, much of the time was fun.  I chose to remember the good and hope my memory of the less than good will fade away.