Thinking deeply about fences brings back both good and bad memories. Wholesome memories are nice to remember and make me smile. However, those bad memories cause me to relive the moment during the time I think about it.
Those wholesome memories included family time, among other random things. My father, sister, and I would play badminton in our backyard, and the birdie would sometimes get hit over the fence. During times like this, my dad would go get the ladder, I would climb over to get the birdie, and then continue playing. Other times, I would watch the animals on the fence from my window - birds chirping to one another, and cats sitting on the fence. These memories helped shape my perspective of the natural world.
One vivid memory I don’t like to recall was when someone crashed their car into the fence of the house that my parents were renting out. None of my family members were, thankfully, directly involved, but I felt worried and scared for the people who lived there. To make matters worse, it was a rainy day, and that was most likely a factor that led into the car crash. The driver did end up dying, unfortunately. However, I was more worried about my parents at the time, who had to drive to the house to check up on the family. The situation doesn’t sound that bad, but it had an impact on me. Bad memories like these made me who I am today.
Memories about all sorts of things can shape who you are throughout your entire life, even if it is something as simple as a fence. Treasure your memories, and continue making new ones.
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If people believed life were as easy as other successful people depict them to be, then everyone would be making the same mistakes those other people failed to mention. Bad memories are hard to remember because no one wants to remember them. But there is still value from the personal experience, no matter how dark or dire the events of that memory were. The memories one holds, creates a huge bias to how someone wants to think, and I agree how it’s important to cherish your memories, no matter how joyful or terrible they may be.
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