4 posts tagged “nashville”
What, to you, is the first sign of spring? Have you seen it yet?
Submitted by Spy.
More people out walking on Belmont Blvd. here in Nashville, cherry blossoms on the trees, and also people sitting outside with their computers at Bongo Java.
Show us why you love the city you live in.
Submitted by meg.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
It's been said before, but I'll say it again, because it is true; the human mind is extraordinary. Why do people remember situations so differently than others? Why do some remember so much and others so little? Is there a particular reason for remembering good times over remembering the bad? What if we forget something that is hugely important to the reasons for who we are now?
I remember my mom, I remember being scared, afraid I'd find her dead on the floor. I remember being three or four feet tall, still in a booster seat, and barely seeing the windshield of our huge van. I remember the dark roads, the green and the reflection of the head lights on the road signs, and reading the words to her so she wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel. I remember reading every single word on those signs, in hopes that she would stay alert.
I remember sleeping on the floor after a few weeks of moving here to Nashville, our furniture was still at the old house to "stage" it, hoping to God it would sell. I remember being seven years old, picking up the Nashville newspaper, "The Tennessean" and thinking to myself, I'd better get used to reading this newspaper. Sleeping on eggcrates and watching movies on the tv on the floor, no cable. I remember our makeshift office, a TV tray with the ancient Macintosh on it, and boxes of files lining the walls. I remember our kitchen, bare but for the white table on the left side of the room.
I remember lying on a blanket on the the floor, watching the Disney Channel at eight in the morning, after vomiting. I remember my mother having to insert a suppository in my eight year old bum, me shaking with tears. I remember eating a cherry poptart in hopes of quieting my rumbling stomach, I remember my dad pulling over into a grocery store parking lot after I threw up that cherry poptart all over the interior of his isportscar.
I remember them telling me I was lying, telling me I was crazy, telling me I was afraid of school. I remember feeling so alone, so afraid.
But then I remember the good days as well. I remember swimming with my old best friend for hours and hours and hours during the summer, falling asleep in together feeling so accomplished, so worn, and so alive. I remember giving a boy my first kiss, just on the cheek. It was Pre-Kindergarten, and I was five years old, he was the doorholder, Daniel.
Have you ever tried to remember as many things as possible as quickly as possible?
