Memory, Wish, and Image

Memory- A very fond memory I have growing up is a time when my entire family went up north for a camping trip. I remember when we were setting up the tent my older sister got stung by a misquote on her lip and it had swollen so big that entire day we all made fun of her. We took several four wheeler rides around the dirt roads. I remember riding on the back going so fast that I felt like the whole thing was going to tip over and we’d fly off. That fear is very memorable, but doesn’t stop me from riding them in the present time. Our tent sight was so cool to me as an eleven year old. We had all the cool gadgets set up outside the tent for cooking over the fire. When it was time for bed of course my dad brought our projector screen so we could watch movies. We had watched Caroline and I had never been so frightened in my life, I’ve never watched it since. I think the atmosphere had a lot to do with how scary the movie was since we were out in the middle of nowhere, and in the woods. For breakfast we were able to make pancakes over the fire. Family camping trips have always been a great memory growing up. 

Wish- I’m not looking for sympathy by any means but honestly the only wish I could ever ask for is to have my dad still in my life. He died when I was thirteen and because of that he has missed out on some very important life events between myself and the rest of my family. I wish I could have had more experiences with him, especially as I’m reaching adulthood. 

Image of home- I’ve lived in the same city my entire life but still managed to move into three homes. All three of those homes I have very fond memories in, so deciding one image from home is difficult. However, after several thinking minutes I decided the one image of home that has never changed has been family dinners. When I think of home I picture all of my immediate family sitting around the table enjoying a home cooked meal. That image never changes but it grows because my siblings have gotten married and have had kids. I picture the evening light shining through the windows, blessing the food, passing plates, and laughing with one another. 

Connection- I think there are several connections between the memory, wish, and image of home. That connection is my family. I am very close to them, so oftentimes everything I do or think goes back to my family. The memory was a very special time I had enjoyed with my parents and siblings, as a result of that my family no longer feels complete without my dad in it, and an image of my home doesn’t exist if my family is not in there.