Digging through Memories

I’ve been thinking a lot about memories lately. Not only how they’re formed, but what triggers them. How much time needs to pass before a moment in time becomes a memory? I suppose the literal answer is a moment. But I disagree. Some things need time. Snuggled up within the past, or perhaps hidden, hopingContinue reading “Digging through Memories”

We were so different

She was eight years older than me. A gap that large creates a lot of distance between two people. We went to different schools, had different interests, and hung out with different friends. Sometimes we even lived in different houses. We were nothing alike. She was the practical one. I was the one who lived inContinue reading “We were so different”