Why is it.....?

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This post has absolutely nothing to do with motorcycles and is not moto related in any way. Figured I'd better warn people right off.

Having said that, I wanted to share something that has been going through my mind lately. I have been wondering why we remember certain things from our formative/school years over others. Why do some things stand out so vividly while others we'll never remember?

I know that sometimes a song will trigger memories - certain ones always bring back memories of high school dances or just certain times in our lives.

Sometimes a smell can trigger a memory. Every once in a while cafeteria or restaurant food will bring back vivid memories of my great grandmother's nursing home I last visited as a small child in the 70's. But that smell I'd know anywhere.

I am bringing this up because I have been thinking of a poem I penned back in 9th grade English class. Freshman year for those of you that don't go by the number of the grade like we did in Canada. This would have been in 1985 or 1986.

When I hear someone say "there I sat" it brings up the poem in my mind. "There I sat" is not a popular phrase but we seem to hear it often from clients in the law office.

To this day I can remember every word of that poem. Funny because English and Creative Writing were always my least favorite subjects and yet here I am writing a blog. I thought I'd share it for a chuckle.... here goes:

ODE

TO

THE

DEPRESSION

There I sat, sad and alone,

My only possession a pork chop bone.

And as the dog ran humbly past,

I ran after him, and I ran fast.

I caught him on the corner of Fifth and Vine,

And there I sat, to eat and dine.

The dog was old and kind of tough,

But in these times, life was rough.

A sad example of poetry, I know. However, it does give you insight into my warped sense of humor formed at an early age. And how odd is it that the one poem this vegetarian remembers is about a pork chop bone and eating a dog. Go figure.

-Au Revoir

"What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen." ~ Cynthia Ozick
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