it was part of my life that was seemingly gone forever didn't, as far as I
was still connected to this aspect of my past and, in truth, had never
same as forgetting it. The memory yet dwells in our subconscious;
suddenly triggers the memory and causes it to erupt in our
minds like an exploding firework.
to the toilets of my old primary school, where I often used to retire
to during lessons for a bit of peace and quiet in the cool of the tiled
environs, with the sound of gently-gurgling water emanating from the
cubicle cisterns and porcelain urinals. I felt such a soothing sense of
tranquility there, and it was my very own 'fortress of solitude' for
five minutes at a time whenever the confines of the classroom
became too claustrophobic for me. ( I assume my teacher
simply thought I had a weak bladder.)
as if the intervening years and two houses I'd lived in since were only
a dream, and I still felt right at home there. I'm sure we've all had
the experience of meeting someone we haven't seen or thought
of in years and it's just as if we saw them only a short while
before. That's how I felt on that particular day.
|My former back garden - ah, happy memories|
Well, I could labour the point I suppose, with example
after example, but I'm sure you're all smart enough to catch my
drift (must remember to buy some more anti-dandruff shampoo).
Things we may think we've left behind (whether or not, at the time,
we were even aware of it) come with us without us realizing it. They
reside in the caverns of memory, reluctant to let go of us despite our
seeming indifference to them. Whether it be garden gates, bedroom
carpets, once favourite toys, favoured friends or whatever, they
follow us throughout our lives, just waiting for an opportune
moment to renew the acquaintance.
Long may it ever be so.