It’s amazing what a small thing like a caramel apple can do to trigger your somewhat skewed memories of your childhood. Let’s just say that when I look back on my teenage years, I’ve made a conscious effort to block out pretty much the entire ride. I was not the popular kid. I was not the one percent. I was like all the rest; very plain, very unknown, very invisible and insignificant. I was a cliche; awkward and lonely, and in utter disgust with my life, or so I thought. And then recently something amazing happened...
In light of my best friend turning "the big forty”, I rummaged through my closets searching for pictures of our many memories. We have been best friends since childhood, and so we have a long history of beautiful moments together. She is my soul mate in so many ways; a soul sister if you will.
When we were in our early teens her family was set to move away, off to the Pacific Northwest, and I thought I was going to die. Fortunately for me it didn’t work out and after a few weeks apart I was invited to fly out to Seattle and experience their road trip back to Chicago. We made our way from Seattle to Portland, down the coast of California and back up to the midwest. In the station wagon we all went; my second family taking me along on their adventure.
Now this is the important part. As I was looking through these pictures, there was one in particular that stood out to me. I noticed a moment of absolute delight as I was following Kristen out of the caramel apple shop with this pure, truly pure smile on my face. I was so happy! Eating that delicious taffy apple with my stupid overalls on, I was so very happy. Then I began looking closer at more photos and more photos and it hit me. I had some really amazing moments during those years. It made me a bit sad that I blocked them all out as a way of avoiding the negative memories.
Now the caramel apple memory stands strong in my mind as a constant reminder that I was happy; not all of the time and maybe not even most of the time, but I was happy. Glad that’s worked out.
The moral of this story is to embrace all of your caramel apple moments, whatever they may be for you, and let go of those memories that don’t serve you well. Til next time friends! Wishing everyone a very happy Memorial Day weekend.
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