Yes, another Ayn Rand Quote. Still in Chapter one of Atlas Shrugged (and it is a loooooong book!) we find Eddie thinking:
He wanted no sadness attached to his childhood; he loved its memories: any day of it he remembered now seemed flooded by still, brilliant sunlight. It seemed to him as if a few rays from it reached into his present: not rays, more like pinpoint spotlights…
What do you think of as your “typical” child hood day?
You know I can remember rainy days, alright; and I recall bundling up against the cold winter. I can bring to mind events of other seasons. But when I think of my childhood, my mind immediately goes to summer; to days free from school schedules and days of play, mostly with V.
Really, the summer memories dominate; they are far and away more disproportionate in the ranking I give them in childhood memories than in time actually spent. I think of summer play days, running into the the house occasionally for a swig of ice-cold water from my personal water (a recycled pickle jar); racing to get a quarter so that I could have a popsicle when the popsicle man came by; and digging my bare feet into the ground, seeking cool dirt against the hot summer’s day. The rest of the year fades by comparison.
And my childhood was happy—very happy. I had my very best friend next door, as I still have her today. I had a drunk, womanizing father and, sure, I knew things were not right. But my childhood was happy. I attribute that mostly to my mother.
How do you remember your childhood “typically?” Do you think of playing outside, like I do? Or is your memory more grounded in the larger-proportion of school days? Interesting to think that such a small slice of my life’s annual rotation (one fourth, at most) takes up such an inordinate space in my memory.
Share with us your recollections…what dominates in your memories? C