"The saddest thing about life is that you don't remember half of it." This is the introductory sentence of Donald Miller's book "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years." On our drive out to California this past winter, January and I took turns reading this book to each other and, although this was the very first sentence of the book, it was the one that stayed with me. Miller went on to talk about a friend of his who wrote down every memory from his life that popped into his head, no matter how mundane. For the past half a year I've thought about doing the same, even going so far as to creating a special Evernote notebook to keep these details in.
Rather than keep these memories locked up in a text file that will probably never be read by anyone else, I'm going to make an effort to try to remember a single random memory every day and post it here under the memory files category. I make no guarantees that they will be entertaining, funny, or educational. They're just memories.
This past weekend I noticed that our bananas were starting to turn, so I decided to make some banana bread out of them. This reminded me of a time, I must have been ten or eleven, when I was at home with my mom and my sister. I remember my sister coming downstairs asking for ice cream or some other treat. My mom asked her if she finished her banana and she said that she had, so she was given permission. Later that afternoon, I remember finding that banana in the trash can below the sink and getting Lesley in trouble for it.
Sorry, Lesley!