Fading Memories

Yesterday afternoon we enjoyed the beautiful weather by driving to a park in Provo where a few friends from my singles ward were meeting to celebrate one friend's 50th birthday.  Miss A was one of the elder stateswomen of our apartment complex back in the day, and it just seemed right to celebrate her milestone birthday.

The funny thing about it was I remembered so little of what reminiscences were brought up.  What was I doing those three years or so?  I know I went to school.  I had the same two roommates all but the last year I was there.  The last year I lived there, understanding I was engaged for a portion of the spring, student teaching, trying to graduate, and planning a wedding, I don't recall much at all.  But the years prior to that crazy semester should have stood out more, I would think.

Perhaps it isn't so much the memories of the days at Stadium Terrace, but the years that have passed since then.  Only one other of the girls that attended last night was married.  One is divorces, and the others never married.  My single life remembrances have been pushed aside in my memory banks to fit in the memories of my kids, my family, my life since then. 

That is not to say these other ladies haven't had lives since we all lived in the same apartment building.  But maybe they just had more room for memories.  I don't know the reasons, but they could recall names, faces, situations, pranks, events, and almost every other things that happened in that old place.

I could barely remember the names of the girls I lived with.  And there were only about eight over those few years.Oh well.  Miss A had a birthday bash, we reconnected and wished each other well.  Those were good times, to be sure.  But I am not going to need a refill on the memories of old for some time.  By then, I'll have forgotten what we talked about anyways.