How my memory works....

There is a song -

We can have some more.

Nature is a whore.

Bruises on the fruit.

Tender age in bloom.

(In Bloom - Nirvana)

That reminds me of a poem -

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leafs a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

(Robert Frost)

That reminds me of a book -

The Outsiders, SE Hinton

Which reminds me of fifth grade; sitting on the floor listening to the book on record. Yes - a real record. One of my favorite teachers - now in the mists of time, I only recall that she had a blonde bob.

All of this reminds me that I have no one to share these things with. One of my favorite books as a girl. My favorite poet. The fact that I sat on the lawn and recited this poem (and a passage from Romeo & Juliet) from memory to my junior English class - which was taught by Mr. Bell - who also taught psychology, which sparked my love of the subject, which then became my college minor. How I love Nirvana and it reminds me of living in New York and youth. Just all the strings of one thing that all come together to make a person whole. Now I have no one to share the whole person with.