If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME.
It can be anything you want–good or bad–BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you’re finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
I got this idea from Happy Catholic. She wrote:
I picked this up from Jules at Faith or Fiction who has had a heckuva fictional life from what I can see from the people dropping memories in her comments box. I am a little afraid of what someone like Rick Lugari is going to come up with but … here goes nuttin’…
Let’s see what you DON’T remember about me!
Of course, she may not have been too happy about my memory. And I thought about not putting it in because it was long and a bit painful, but I decided to do it anyway. I think she probably would have preferred that we had a trip to Geneva and went skinny dipping in the Arve or something.
Do you remember the time we went to watch the hot air ballooning in New Mexico? I couldn’t believe it when suddenly you grabbed me by the arm and shoved me into the basket of the nearest balloon that was just about ready to ascend. I was rising in the air like the Wizard of Oz screaming, “I don’t know how to work this thing!” And then you shimmied up the rope and right into the basket with me!
We soared over the desert, admiring the beauty of nature, and thanking the original ballooners for their forethought in stocking the basked with crackers, cheese, and tequila. When I think of how I had to wrestle that bottle away from you .. but that’s better saved for another time. Those supplies also came in handy when we landed in the mountains many miles away from civilization and had to camp in a cave before daylight came and we could find our way down. I’ll never forget your knowledge of the native flora and fauna. It saved our lives many times in the process.
Hey, remember when that bear … oh, but I’ll save that for another time too. :-0
You remember that time we were doing it up against the wall behind that club? Your dress was getting all dirty, but we didn’t care.
At least until the cops showed up. Good thing we’d both run out of money earlier, because they wanted to arrest us and having no money was the only thing that kept us out of jail was a complete lack of cash….
I don’t know. Maybe pretend memories are much more exciting than real ones.
But the club… Wasn’t that real?