I have a lot of memories that are good. I have a lot of memories that are not good. I write down the good. And in the process more and more small details of wonderful little episodes come out. The smell of a place long gone. The sound of the highway outside my grandparent's house. Walks in the woods with my family when I was a child. Yesterday. I write down the bad. And in the process, I get them out of me and write my truth. Some of the worst memories I cannot yet write about. My parents fighting. My relationships. Yesterday. Memories can be warm comfort. Memories can be cold misery. They both can teach us as we make new memories. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/1151