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The Moments And Memories Of Yesterday That Defined My Day

Nostalgia was in full force today.

A Nostalgia Filled Day

Today was such a weird day for me. A mixed bag of treats. As soon as I woke up, I felt this nostalgic energy whipping around my bedroom. Yet I was not entirely sure what I was feeling nostalgic about.

First, there was content writing I needed to finish. Last week I signed my first contract ever — for a content writing job. Though I have to complete two paid “test” assignments before I am assigned anything else. One was a 300 hundred word email copy targeting millennial women. The next, 750 words about social media automation!

Cool stuff, and I have been learning a lot.

But amid all this writing and research, the waves of nostalgia continue to flood in. Bringing me back to times I have not thought of in years.

What I Remembered Today

Well, today I remembered the first thing I ever remember remembering.

So my earliest memory involves watching my Dad in the garage organizing his toolbox. The musical sounds the metal toolbox made — the clanking of wrenches, clamoring of the drawers. It was as if they played a song of steel. Today I felt those metallic tunes rumbling from deep within my soul, allowing me to remember their rusty tunes after all this time. I could actually hear the sounds playing in my mind.

The toolbox memory then made me think back to when I was around 7 years old. My parents brought home this little kitten who I named Arthur. He was black and white and so tiny, but so spunky.

I can still remember the overcast day when I emerged from the school bus to find Arthur lying dead in the street. No doubt a victim of a hit and run. My 7-year-old heart ached, my chest burned, and I thought I would die along with Arthur in that street.

Later, I stood over his tiny grave crying from the depths of my soul, wondering why I came to such a wretched place. A place where we had to watch what we love die in front of our very own eyes!

I cried for months on end until my Mother finally told me to knock it off already. She said Arthur was just a cat!

The Tree

Just now, I remembered the tree. How this ever slipped from my conscious mind, I’ll never know.

So around the time Arthur was mercilessly run over, I lived in this old house, surrounded by huge pine trees. Three of them towered over our driveway, their height on the same level as the roof of the house.

One tree in particular I loved. It was full of branches and little pine needles. Branches that were like little stairs. Nature’s staircase, I used to think of it as.

What a great tree it was too. You could scale up that thing like there was no tomorrow.

Well, one sunny day, my 7-year-old self climbed to the very top. A place where I had never dared to climb before. A place where no branches remained. I scaled right up, like the tree master I was.

I arrived at the peak of the tree just in time to see my mother in the driveway. She had been looking for me. Usually, she was so proper and composed. I suppose the sight of her child’s head jetting out of the top of a tree rattled her, because she shouted at me with words I was told I could never say.

Now

For the past hour, I have been sitting here wondering why these memories are suddenly flooding back to me.

Was it the nostalgic feeling from this morning? Did this feeling arrive to teach me to remember? Allowing me to feel the freedom I used to feel when I was young?

I am now thinking so.

Perhaps it is a reminder to tap in. A reminder to remember those beautiful and fleeting moments of childhood.

A reminder that we can weave our past into our present and bring it together as one.

Defining moments and unexpected messages.

They continue to flood back to me, even now. Do you have days like this? When you are strongly and significantly reminded of what used to be? And maybe what still is?