I Remember, I DO ... I REMEMBER now,I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!I

Not sure if this is the right place, but there's something I need to tell....

I remember, I really do!!

When I was about 12 (I'm 53 now) my parents took me on a trip to Florida (they had a place there). Long story, short; we'd been there about a day and the phone rang. Yeah, we had a phone, but I'm not sure it was even listed...we were never there.

Anyway, there was this kid on the phone, he asked for me. I was 12.

I picked up the phone and the kid on the other end said..."Hey, wanna come over???".

I honestly didn't know who this kid was. I was 12.

He said..."hey, remember when

Once again, ATS truncates and just goes crazy with one of my posts....

This wasn't done yet!!

On the edge of my seat...........

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

Waiting for the rest

Continue please...

He said, "Hey, I remember when you came over to my house and we listened to Tom Jones...don't you remember that?"

Well, I didn't remember that, not at all...I was 12.

I told him over and over again, I didn't remember him and didn't understand why he was calling me. I told him over and over again...I don't remember you.

I honestly didn't remember this kid. He remembered me, but I didn't remember him. It was kind of spooky actually.

Now, I'm going to make a really LONG story short here...

....fast forward FORTY YEARS!~!! (no kidding...FORTY years)

The other night I'm having a hard time sleeping. I'm dozing off, but then waking up. Over and over.

In one moment, it was like this valve opened up...I remembered that young man, that kid. I remembered everything about that day. I remembered his "Tom Jones" records (not my thing, but whatever).

I remembered every single detail about that day...I remembered. I remember that kid.

In the moment I blew him off, and in the process I probably crushed his world. He had no friends.

Forty years later...I feel so bad for that kid. He was a good kid...he even said I was his only friend.

Forty years later...I remember. I remember him, I remember that day...I remember.

(if that isn't weird I don't know what is!)

It is as crystal clear as if it happened yesterday. Seriously.

I don't even remember his name, but I remember the day. I remember every single thing I did that day...and the night before, and the night after.

I know this post probably seems strange, but it's true.

I remember. I really do!

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

This was incredibly moving to read.

s&F

Aw... Poor kid . And weird how you just remembered ?

Look him up.
Ive found many of my old friends
Some of my facebook friends are from 2nd grade in the 1960s

a reply to: Meldionne1

It's a long story why he might have liked me as a friend, but it doesn't matter.

Equally, I don't even have a clue as to why he liked me as a friend. It's not a gay thing, we were 12.

He was just a kid, and so was I. In retrospect, listening to that Tom Jones music made me crazy (even then), but I think there was one song I liked and commented as such. (my mistake).

It's really bizarre. I really do remember.

This the anti-Mandella effect..

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

It's so interesting how our minds eventually reorganize these fragments of our past we have swimming around in our minds. I wonder what takes them so long to realign so we actually remember them as scenes from days long gone.

a reply to: Opportunia

But Forty YEARS later????

Why then?

originally posted by: Flyingclaydisk
a reply to: Opportunia

But Forty YEARS later????

Why then?

You've (we've!) reached the age when the path to the future begins with an understanding and integration of the past.

It is the time memoirs are written, even if they are never committed to the page.

""It Was A Very Good Year "

a reply to: Bhadhidar

It truly is an interesting vibe. I would have never thought about it until now.

I dunno why, but that kid is on my mind.

I don't know why I remembered him all of a sudden, but I did. He wasn't some idol, nothing more than just a kid (like me). It just hurts that I blew him off, I don't know why, but it does.

He wasn't a bad kid; he didn't do anything wrong.

My fault was I missed my point to be a magnanimous and giving person.

Just 40 years later...and I remember! (just now)

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I used to be a pretty cool cookie, rational, stoic.

In my younger days people used to compare me to Mr Spock.

Now, an old song can make me tear up!

Most of my old friends have died, generally, victims of lives lived much more excitingly than mine.

And, as I have begun to realize my own mortality, I have begun to reflect more in how I got to where and what I am.

It is a good thing.

When I finally am ensconced in an android body, I am certain that It will be with a full and fully functional set of the best emotions!

Is it possible you had an epileptic seizure right around that time? Struck your head on something in the interim between the one visit and the next? Suffered some other trauma physical or emotional in that space of time?

As to why you would remember something out of the blue like that, our brains are always making new synaptic connections. For some reason, some new connections came into contact with that old forgotten one and triggered the memory of it. Happens to me all the time, especially late at night when I'm almost asleep. Like my consciousness is bouncing around inside my head like a pingpong ball. :-/

a reply to: Bhadhidar

Wow...that's DEEP!!

(trying to evoke a reply)

...nothing.

I used to do crossword puzzles a lot, and was often amazed at the answers that would pop into my head instantly. I would question how I could have ever known the answers to things I knew nothing about. But I have come to believe that the subconscious mind stores every single minute detail of our lives, from the things we remember to the things in the background that we only glanced past, or heard from a distance. All those memories are in our mind, buried by the conscious mind in its constant flurry of all the stress and details of our daily lives.
Your memory of Billy and his Tom Jones albums was there all along, but it got buried by the desire for a new bike, then the cute girl with the locker next to yours, then remembering to pick up milk and pay the utility bill on the way home from work... Then one day, when your conscious mind is at rest, Billy and that day of groovy pussycat music resurfaced, from deep within the memory vault, clear as a bell.
I suspect this all reverses with age, once we get to that point old folks do when they recall that day back in 1937 like it was yesterday, but forgot which room they just left their teeth in.