I Have a Box Full of Memories Stories of Experiences

My brother walks around with a chip on his shoulder the size of a brick. Not one of those red building brick type of bricks, more like one of those concrete cinderblock size bricks, but without the holes.  Its a solid brick.  All his...

I heard a popping sound the other day while I was working on my computer. Not too loud, but loud enough to make me stop what I was doing.  I thought to myself… "That's a new sound".  About one second later there was a very loud...

I was married many years ago on a beautiful piece of property with mountains in the background and small wild looking river running through the middle. It was a photographic perfect place and day.  The wedding ceremony was held out...

it's a box that can never be emptied.
some memories, i don't remember and i don't want to. they are safely locked in a box.
i don't want to unlock it and let the waves of emotion hit me.
when my brain takes a trip down memory lane, it...

I sometimes wish I had mementoes of happy times: The things that would remind me that once I had a happier life...those happy moments are few and far between though, interspersed with turbulence and depression...still the trinkets from...

I think my parents bought it for me before I left for USAF. It's gone with me everywhere I've gone. I got a larger one just like it and not as banged up but the smaller one has much more meaning because It's been with me longer. Some...

To say my parents were frugal in their day is a bit of an understatement. It was like when a friend of mine and I were discussing Hitler one day.  "Hitler was a bad guy", my friend stated.  I sort of take offense to this kind of...

I never seriously dated in high school, and never really devoted time to a relationship until the first summer home from college. I bumped into a former biology co-student and we started dating that summer because she was going to go to...

Letters.
Dried flower.
Cross stitch.
Clippings.
Hate notes.
Pictures.
Band aids.
Drumstick.
Stickers.
Journal.
Guitar picks.
Notebooks.
Pens.
Piano sheets.
Keys.
Trolls.
Origamis.
Plane tickets.
Shells.
Necklace.
Dagger.
Pellets.
Bottle...

I needed a night light in my bathroom. I don't like having to walk over at night, fumbling along, to where the light switch is on the wall in my dark living room because its way over where you would never expect a light switch to be...

Everywhere I look around this empty house there is a memory of him. I can look at his big chair and still see him sitting there. His old work boots still sit in the entryway right under his key rack where only his car keys hang. His...

I attended a few funerals over the last five years. Too many, I feel.  Far more funerals than I have ever attended weddings.  Death plays an odd part in my life.  Its always there, but in my life, I have rarely really seen death up...

We were a family where if there was not splurge of money but there was no scarcity where it was needed.
My parents always directed me and my brother to do thing which we could do.

I remember that we use to get blank/white pages a lot...

A little over 25 years ago, a friend of mine graduated from a local police academy and I went to his graduation ceremony. I had never been to a police graduation ceremony before, or since, so I had no real idea what to expect.  There...

I met a girl named Maggie, many, many winters ago. She was what you would call a "Show Stopper".  Strangely, despite she being a natural platinum blond, and extremely attractive, or so I was told at the time, I was never attracted to...

Back in the start of 2006 I started to experience abdominal pains that became worse as the months wore on. I visited my doctor and he pointed out, by the symptoms I exhibited, it could be cancer.  He ordered several blood tests, about...

I made a memory box, decorated it with things I liked at the time and spent alot of time filling it with things that had meaning at the time.
I look back on it every now and then. The things in there, although are of no price value and...

This is sort of a follow up to my story, The Rock.  One of those strange coincidences that occurs occasionally in our lives.
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For a short time in my life I used to go deer hunting. I never really enjoyed it but I did enjoy being out...

When I was 13 years old the company my father worked for sent our family to an obscure town located in a mountainous region. It was an odd town found along a windy road that seemed to go nowhere in particular.  On the surface, it was a...

Many years ago, for two summers, I worked for a professor at a local university. My job was to produce illustrations for a report he was working on.  Although it originally was suppose to be a job that spanned a single summer, it ended...