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Memory

Memory is a funny thing.

As a positive thinker, I usually only remember the good things about a place I’ve visited.

I forget the hours that we waited for a bus or how sore my feet got walking to a place, and just remember the wonderful monument that we saw when we got there or the cold drink that we consumed at the end of a walk.

The inconveniences that happened along the way become funny travel anecdotes that add humour to the story.

Perhaps there is a danger in always thinking the best of places. I often have to keep my expectations in check so as not to become disappointed with a return trip to a destination that I have visited before.

But almost always, the place is as good as I remember it to be and often better.

The times that it has not been so, is usually when key people have been missing. You know- the ones that made the place fun to begin with, or the people that were there for a pivotal time in your life.

Time and people can’t always be recreated, but a place can always be re visited, even if the place has changed. And this can prompt happy memories along with the creation of new memories with new people.

Maybe only remembering the positives is idealistic and blocking out all the bad stuff is bad for your mental health, especially if it all comes back later to haunt you. But I would rather remember the good times and the fabulous feeling of a place than be sad that time has moved on places have changed.

Returning to a place that I remember is like opening the first page on a book I’m re reading. I know the plot and the gist of the story, but I can’t remember the details and how I got to the end. I feel at ease, but enjoy discovering the little bits that make up the whole and discovering new journeys- kind of like a choose your own adventure book (children of the 80’s will remember those!).

At the end of the day, nobody can tarnish your memories unless you let them, except for yourself. They are your own personal memories and wouldn’t you rather have good ones?

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Travel rememberings

My parents had been married and travelling for 10 years before they had me. They travelled to Afghanistan before there was a Lonely Planet guide for the country, went to the Black Forest in Germany when the Berlin Wall was still up and got my mother’s engagement ring in Turkey. Or was it that I was conceived in Turkey? Or maybe that was the second time they went back?

Either way, they travelled A LOT. So much so that even they have trouble remembering where they have been in what year, let alone wether I was there or not. This was also before the time of digital cameras with locality devices recording every time, date, place and memory.

Therefore, it can be hard to piece together where I have travelled before my own memory kicks in, but I will endeavour to give it a go. A lot of the stories are snippets of memories that have been retold to me over the years or photo’s that have been unearthed and referenced.

When I was three weeks old, my parents left me with my grandparents in England and travelled to Corsica. Apparently it was a pre-arranged trip- not child abandonment as it would be labelled today. Perhaps due to this trip, or maybe because of it, I was henceforth deemed old enough and dragged on every trip that came after.

There were trips to England where my father lived, Australia where my mother lived, Canada where my uncle lived and Sri Lanka where a lot of mum’s family lived. It was a time when maybe they were trying to decide where to live or maybe they were making the most of the flexibility they had until I started primary school at age five.

My parents remember me riding a red scooter down the driveway at my grandparents’ house in Weymouth.

My mum remembers that all I ate on the European combi van tour when I was six months old was Boots powdered baby food.

We went to Yugoslavia before it was renamed.

There are pictures of me holding natural cotton flowers on a hill in Scotland.

My dad remembers going on the Matterhorn roller coaster with me as a toddler in Disneyland.

There is a picture of me sitting on Chacmool at Chichen Itza with a nappy on.

There is a photo of me as a baby with my face full of chocolate in high chair in Maui.

The two places that I am sure we never went to are China and Japan as they have never held any interest for my parents.

Calling any friends or family who can fill in the blanks to please comment below!

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