Rainy Sunday afternoon and memories
I love the rain. The smell of wet pavement reminds me of my dad. The rain is my second favorite...I think the wind is even more amazing.My very first memories is when I was 4 and it was raining....and my grandmother was chasing my sister and I around with a newspaper as we laughed and ran around in circles trying to get away- in our little sunday dresses....it was very magical.
I wish I didn't have so much to do today, because it would feel great to sit around and listen to the storm outside.
Which reminds me- I once met a woman who said she remembered being 6mos old.....what is your very first memory? How old were you? I've been told that whatever your very first memory is, is indicative of how you percieve your life....i.e. if it was a scary memory, you have a theme of fear in your life, if it was a happy memory, you tend to have a positive view of life, etc. Any thoughts on this?
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I would love to live in Ireland! I went there a few years ago and it was great :)
I'd be willing to wager you were wearing sunglasses also.