No sign of the giant marshmallow stick Elizabeth had on Saturday, while all the kids’ sticks featured have a single marshmallow on them. I expect Elizabeth met with disaster with that giant stick, but the author chose to let us use our imaginations instead of showing us what happened to it.
It looks like the kids are standing behind large rocks or small boulders to get to the fire. We used to put a border of rocks around our outdoor campfires, but we used a lot smaller rocks.
Every one of us can go back in time to remember a perfect starry night. Maybe it was on a camping trip or maybe on the edge of a city; looking up at the stars never gets boring, never gets old. How do you describe a perfect starry night? The over-used word “awesome” genuinely belongs here.
Nostalgia allows us to not only recall those starlit nights around the campfire, but tweaks our olfactory senses, into vaguely recalling the acrid smell of the wood smoke, and the sweet smell of the roasted marshmallows.
Too true. Now, those kids would be pulling out their cellphone cameras and snapping selfies: This is me in front of our campfire, me with a starry night background, me throwing marshmallows in my first ever marshmallow fight.
As someone who’s cleaning out the house to move “on”, I m forced to relinquish a lot of physical/emotional memories. I get solace from the fact that I CAN recall what needs to be ‘kept’.
Memory is the fire that keeps us warm during the winter of our lives. Stockpile it with unique and interesting pieces of wood, not synthetic Duraflame logs. -Christopher Buckley
I have a terrible memory. Despite being alive well before digital cameras and spending many times trying to take it all in and praying I’d remember everything of a perfect time like this, I can only get tiny, very imperfect glimpses of some of the most important days of my life, and most important memories (first solo plane piloting, wedding, campouts like this, kids’ births, etc.) have no visual, auditory, or scent components at all- I just know the basics of what happened, unless there is a photo to remind me. Is that so unusual? There are many years of which I remember nothing (and no, no drugs and little alcohol). I love having photos or videos now! They multiply my previously empty and dead past and make it meaningful.
Templo S.U.D. over 7 years ago
nothin’ like a photographic memory
howtheduck over 7 years ago
No sign of the giant marshmallow stick Elizabeth had on Saturday, while all the kids’ sticks featured have a single marshmallow on them. I expect Elizabeth met with disaster with that giant stick, but the author chose to let us use our imaginations instead of showing us what happened to it.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 7 years ago
It was good for that one joke. She wouldn’t be allowed to use it, of course.
howtheduck over 7 years ago
It looks like the kids are standing behind large rocks or small boulders to get to the fire. We used to put a border of rocks around our outdoor campfires, but we used a lot smaller rocks.
ladykat over 7 years ago
Mmmm – marshmallows on a stick.
sandpiper over 7 years ago
Curiously, I don’t see rock outlines – just an area where there is no color, as on any area below the marshmallow sticks
sandpiper over 7 years ago
But Elizabeth has the gift. She will remember this night when other memories fade.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 7 years ago
Lynn’s Notes :
Every one of us can go back in time to remember a perfect starry night. Maybe it was on a camping trip or maybe on the edge of a city; looking up at the stars never gets boring, never gets old. How do you describe a perfect starry night? The over-used word “awesome” genuinely belongs here.
Linguist over 7 years ago
Nostalgia allows us to not only recall those starlit nights around the campfire, but tweaks our olfactory senses, into vaguely recalling the acrid smell of the wood smoke, and the sweet smell of the roasted marshmallows.
Sakamichi over 7 years ago
Back in 1988 a video camera would have been bigger and weighed more than her. Analog portable phones were like bricks and came in a suitcase. Lol!
ellisaana Premium Member over 7 years ago
Too true. Now, those kids would be pulling out their cellphone cameras and snapping selfies: This is me in front of our campfire, me with a starry night background, me throwing marshmallows in my first ever marshmallow fight.
Skylark over 7 years ago
As someone who’s cleaning out the house to move “on”, I m forced to relinquish a lot of physical/emotional memories. I get solace from the fact that I CAN recall what needs to be ‘kept’.
USN1977 over 7 years ago
Memory is the fire that keeps us warm during the winter of our lives. Stockpile it with unique and interesting pieces of wood, not synthetic Duraflame logs. -Christopher Buckley
masnadies over 7 years ago
I have a terrible memory. Despite being alive well before digital cameras and spending many times trying to take it all in and praying I’d remember everything of a perfect time like this, I can only get tiny, very imperfect glimpses of some of the most important days of my life, and most important memories (first solo plane piloting, wedding, campouts like this, kids’ births, etc.) have no visual, auditory, or scent components at all- I just know the basics of what happened, unless there is a photo to remind me. Is that so unusual? There are many years of which I remember nothing (and no, no drugs and little alcohol). I love having photos or videos now! They multiply my previously empty and dead past and make it meaningful.