One of my sons has been wanting bedtime stories as he falls asleep lately.
This is reasonable, and I've tried to put some together for him. But he doesn't want fantastical works of fiction, he wants to hear about what people he knows used to do. Sometimes its difficult because I wasn't there(there's only so many stories I can share about the place my dad lived as a kid), but other times I find I only have fragments of memories... little pieces that don't necessarily make a story.
Its fun to tell how my mom's late husband took off in a snow storm without any clothing below the waist, but I actually have only a handful of memories from the year I lived with the guy(and most aren't too detailed). However, I have impressions of him based on those pieces, and how we got along/interacted, and how he navigated the greater world. (Not quite enough for a story, though.)
It also struck me how these days, too, fall to memory. I can tell you little about what happened Monday(or any other day this week), but I have a few specific memories that stand out. It seems that life for me is mostly impressions.
Does your memory work in similar ways?
This is reasonable, and I've tried to put some together for him. But he doesn't want fantastical works of fiction, he wants to hear about what people he knows used to do. Sometimes its difficult because I wasn't there(there's only so many stories I can share about the place my dad lived as a kid), but other times I find I only have fragments of memories... little pieces that don't necessarily make a story.
Its fun to tell how my mom's late husband took off in a snow storm without any clothing below the waist, but I actually have only a handful of memories from the year I lived with the guy(and most aren't too detailed). However, I have impressions of him based on those pieces, and how we got along/interacted, and how he navigated the greater world. (Not quite enough for a story, though.)
It also struck me how these days, too, fall to memory. I can tell you little about what happened Monday(or any other day this week), but I have a few specific memories that stand out. It seems that life for me is mostly impressions.
Does your memory work in similar ways?