The Old Tire Swing
As I get older my mind wanders back to the years of my youth and I have developed a strong urge to go back and visit some of those places. Having visited some of those places previously, I realize that it is not the place, it is the people with whom you associate those places with, that make the real memories. The places are seldom as beautiful as your memory has made them. People make the memories, places just fix them in space and time.
Another thing about visiting memories, they may be somber, happy or perhaps both. But to enjoy maximum benefit you need to have someone very special with you, someone that knows you, cares for you, and understands you. At somber places this person needs to recognize those and be one that can walk up after a few moments and place a hand on you shoulder and in doing so say, I understand and I share your feelings. At the happy places this same person needs to be one that will share your stories of happiness no matter what the situation. So now this someone enhances the memory.
People are the key to memories, keep them and cherish them.
And may you make a new beautiful memory today.
And about Tire Swings ....some neat memories....
