Writing Challenge: February 21, 2017
Prompt: Memory Lane- what does it look like? How do you get there?
I close my eyes. I travel back in my mind, searching through the past. I have heard this trip described as a “stroll down memory lane” but it’s more like flying through vague-fuzzy glimpses of recreations of the past. This visit is not made in a logical, chronological order as a neat walk down a sunny street would imply. These memories don’t live in neat little houses lining the street like trees. No. It is chaos. I jump from thought to thought, memory to memory at the will of my unsettled mind. I make connections between events that seem unrelated and jump full-body into them.