Dying on the road, long distance memories

I remember travelling at a young age, it seemed magnificent to move at such a great speed to take us to wherever we were going. When we would be in the car for eight hours it never seemed bland, the thought of where’d i’d later be, and the thought of where I was right now was always a great passage of time. One fond memory was the car sickness. I grew up to be a fairly tall person, not huge, but tall enough, one of the many things that would come from this was my appetite, I remember just as I began growing properly I ate more than I had ever before. As I mentioned earlier car sickness would come with these travels, one particular moment was when just as I had finished eight banana’s, two oranges, and a tuna sandwich picked up at a gas station. I felt the urge to see my past meal, and in opening the car window, the side of my car would see it too. Our car looked good in that shade of orange-yellow. Car journeys weren’t forgettable.

In every car journey the sleeping aspect was always something worth mentioning before me and my family would leave the house with pillows, blankets, and whatever looked soft enough to shut me up for the next few hours. Although the soft yet firm feeling of the pillow would tempt my slumber, it seemed to be my own shoulder that would act as my guide into dreaming. It was a rare moment that I wouldn’t fall asleep in the car when I was young, after all, is there anything more entertaining than ones own dreams? Dreaming doesn’t come naturally to everybody, but when one does dream and remembers it, you must talk about it, unless it’s one that you detest for the sake of your own self-respect. But as I would fall asleep in the car I would always wonder how my parents would stay awake for as long as they did,

Looking out of the window was a forgettable experience that will always be remembered. As the car races past fields and rivers, I rarely would want to stop by and see them properly, yet I would always watch whatever we pass. Maybe it was the sheer boredom, maybe it was the fact that seeing a cow was interesting (growing up in a town after all).  But when the windows would come open I remember putting my head out the window and feeling the hard brisk air bounce itself off of my head, I could be anything I wanted to when my head was out of that window, although I wouldn’t be whoever I was for long due to the protest of my parents to put my head back in. When I said earlier that I often fell asleep often; one memory from my teens is that I was wearing sunglass and fell asleep, just as my mother and I pulled up next to a group of girls, I remember one putting her hand on my cheek in an attempt to take my sunglasses, it made my mother laugh watching her take them, she failed in taking them and I woke screaming then laughing at the look of the girl as she quickly retreated her hand.  Car journeys are an adventure in themselves, the memories couldn’t be forgotten even if we wanted to forget them.

 

Yours sincerely,

D.J Caller

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Summer Days

After writing my last post, I looked back and reflected to my life growing up, how I became who am, who i’ll be later on, and who i’ll meet tomorrow. This reminded me of the days of Summer where meeting your friends was the pinnacle of everything, school was over, life began. I remember meeting my friends at a small stream where we could cool down and live in the heat. With nothing but a small speaker and a towel everything seemed to be perfection, the only thing to stop us was the rain that guided us back to somebodies house, nothing could try and stop us.

Sumer seemed to be the time where spending time with everyone seemed essential, we were adamant to go home; taking the first steps home meant that the fun was over, if we could have stayed out forever we would have. But this didn’t mean that the Summer was perfect, learning seemed to follow us even after we had ditched school for the next 6 weeks. Arguing had become more common, as seeing everyone every day would teach us the annoying quirks of other people that we once appreciated, but now resented. By the end of the Summer’s school seemed almost wanted, although this quickly became a  regret around one week into school.

As Summer would end we would attempt to keep to the same patterns, in two degree weather we would stand at the same field and talk as if nothing was the problem. But we knew that the days would be over, this just meant that we would have to find someone’s house. But when we weren’t allowed in, the night’s cold would take us for all we were worth, the frost growing on our chins as the swings swung steadily through the chilly air.

Once spring rolled around, we treated it like Summer, it was Summer. Coats were out, and sunglasses had arrived once again, even if the clouds had overshadowed us. It was inevitable that Summer would come around, just as it was inevitable that it would end. But whatever the case the memories gave us something that we couldn’t find anywhere else. As the hot air beat on our necks whilst we ran across the fields shouting at one another insults,playing tricks with their conscience yet also making them laugh. Summer was a time, but everything else was a moment.

 

Yours sincerely

D.J Caller