Things End but Memories Last Forever
Memories are something you hold in your heart for quite a while, if not forever. They can be precious. But they can also be traumatic memories. But, to keep things on the sunny side, I’d like to share a fond memory from my childhood.
Although there weren’t too many exciting memories, I still made the best of my childhood. This was late June in Nettleton where I grew up. I lived in this house for about 5 to 6 years. It was a very small house, so due to that, when my sister was to be expected, we added on a room to the house, which would be mine. This room was about the size of a bathroom. Despite it being small I was very pleased with it.
I spent a lot of time outside; every chance I got I would be outside. My favorite season used to be summer because that meant the honeysuckles would bloom. Now, my brother and I didn’t always get along. But we had our moments, and one thing we had in common was we both loved honeysuckles. Every summer we would go together to find them.
This particular summer was different because not only did we go find honeysuckles; but we ran across where my father had buried our favorite dog, Max. He was located by the lake, his old favorite spot. My father had made a cross and painted it white for him. My brother and I didn’t know where they had buried him when he died. Max was our first dog we ever had. Max was a light brown lab, whom loved to chase squirrels. For the most part he was an outside dog, but my brother and I used to sneak him in from time to time. Max loved the snow, as well as being in the woods. He would wonder off a lot we still to this day do not know where he would run off to. I do not remember to much about Max, seeing as this was nearly 11 years ago. This one particular day Max went off as usual, but the weird part was he didnt come back that night. Or the next. After Max had been missing for almost a week my father assumed he had wondered into the woods where one of our neighbors hunts. Sure enough there he was, he had been shot by a hunter.
After we visited Max that day for the first time, we sat on a lid to a tub by the lake and ate honeysuckles.The wind, the temperature, the birds chirping as my brother and I licked the delicious but small amount of honey-I remember it all. I remember as we were eating them he said to me, “How much wood does a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would.” I responded with “Well I don’t know prolly a thousand pieces of wood.” My brother just laughed and said, “Lex, Woodchucks don’t even chuck wood.” This Day was full of a thousand memories that I will forever hold in my heart. Happiness is not always permanent. So in those rare times you catch yourself utterly happy, soak it in.
Staff member, Lexie Miller