Memories Fade

Childhood memories are a curious thing.  There are so many events that I recall, but often, only a few sepia-toned images, but rarely a whole movie. For example:

I remember wiping out on my bike when trying to turn too sharp on gravel.  I remember the pain of skinning my knee, and even worse, my mom picking bits of gravel out of the wound.  I don’t remember where the accident occurred.

I remember my first plane ride…a four-seater.  I even remember the fear I felt as we took the first corner (I had no idea that a plane was supposed to tip that dramatically), but I don’t remember the take-off.

Those, and so many other memories of major events that I remember more as singular moments, that I wonder why the rest of the context has faded

Springtime river flows
as clear as liquid crystal –
Autumn: filled with silt

written for dVerse haibun prompt on childhood memories

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19 thoughts on “Memories Fade

  1. I love the “Autumn filled with silt”… it ties to well to those disconnected pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle.. sometimes I even remember very trivial thing (or if I don’t remember them I might have built a story around a picture)… But I do remember putting my goose on the pillar.

  2. I was concerned you may be picking more out of your knee than gravel with that plane ride. Ha.
    It was always fascinating the little indentions the embedded gravel made in your leg. I picked a few out in my day.
    It is just as interesting the scenes, or bits of scenes that bubble up
    when we stop to think about them.

  3. It’s all in the details, they whole story is another thing. This is marvelous, Bryan….and brings back so many memories and explains the scars on my knees, too. Sepia – toned images indeed.

  4. I have a black and white picture of me at about 3 or 4 sleeping on my dad’s lap in a little 4 or 6 seater Cessna that belonged to a friend of his. But I don’t remember the actual flight at all or which friend owned the plane. I love your honest partial memories and the haiku is superb.

  5. It is interesting what remains in our memories, standing the test of time, and what doesn’t. Sometimes it seems so random and bizarre. The contrast between your prose and poem is executed wonderfully.

  6. Spectacular haiku and an amazing haibun. I lovecthe partial memories. I too remember partial memories. Wonderful work here.

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