Sometimes a memory isn't triggered until you actually go back
to where it came from. In this case, a hotel owned by my uncle many years ago.
Summer months spent as a child growing up where my parents would take me
throughout the years. Upstate New York was the location. The Youngsville Inn was
the name of this resort. I was now fifty years old but thought about this long
forgotten summer getaway and decided to go back and pay a visit. My uncle had
passed away some time ago and the name of the resort had changed, yet the
grounds and the atmosphere remained the same. I ordered the same meals as
before, a child at heart never changes. Beyond the baseball field was a
playground and I slowly walked there in anticipation of something special. There
was a set of swings that sat next to each other and this was where my memory was
triggered. One seat was painted blue, the other was red. The original colors
remained as my memory of long ago now became an instant flashback. Fourteen year
old Jeffrey sat next to thirteen year old Melissa. We held hands and swung back
and forth with a kiss in between a set of swings. The details of my blue shorts
and her red ones matched as they once did before. A forty nine year old lady
walked towards the playground where she used to go as a child growing up many
years ago. She was now wearing red pants and sat on the swing next to me. "Your
blue dungarees look the same as the shorts you wore a long time ago", she said
with a smile. "So do your red pants", I replied. We held hands and swung back
and forth with a kiss in between. Looking back, the wife and I can remember a
set of swings....
I love this short clip, however would have liked it to be broken up in paragraphs for an easier read. I was confused because I was just getting into the memory flashback, and then realized you had taken me back to current time. I was expecting a story of a memory.
I love this short clip, however would have liked it to be broken up in paragraphs for an easier read. I was confused because I was just getting into the memory flashback, and then realized you had taken me back to current time. I was expecting a story of a memory.