“Memories are strange things. You don’t quite know where they come from — or why a particular one is more powerful than another. They pop up unbidden — some subconscious trigger, a smell, a sound, an event causes them to come to the forefront of your mind and take over your brain and emotions.
Memories, once ingrained, are impossible to rid yourself of, good or bad. You don’t get to choose which ones fault in, and you don’t get to choose which ones are the most powerful one attached to a trigger.
Sometimes, no matter how much you try, no matter how many new memories you try to make to replace, or subsume a given one — one memory will always stick. It can be good — or it can be bad. You don’t get to choose. When that memory is a bad one, it doesn’t matter how much you stack on top of it, no matter how much you try to forget — when it comes to the forefront, that is what you see, what you feel.
We don’t get to control it. All we can do is try to forge new ones and hope that they are more powerful, more pertinent and more filled with love and hope than everything that came before it, so that even if the memory that comes up is a bad one — a horrible one — there’s something warm, loving and caring to fall back on and hold on to when we lay awake at night staring at the ceiling trapped in throes of the past.”
And so begins “A Boys Story” Read the rest at: A Christmas Story