If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don.?speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE-UP, FICTIONAL ..mory..f you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you.? finished, post these two paragraphs on your blog and be surprised.? mortified.?out what people DON.?ACTUALLY remember about you.

Thanks for this one, Steph

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2 thoughts on “Memories

  1. The best time we had together was when we hiked up Sugar Mtn along the power line ridge and picked berries. We saw the mama black bear with her two cubs by the upper beaver pond near the logging landing. The raspberries were the biggest plumpest sweetest ones ever. Probably because of all the rain that summer. It just rained at night like in Camelot. Funny thing is, I can’t remember your face now – just the taste of the berries and the sound of your voice.

  2. I remember the time we met in DC and mooned the president and the queen of England as they passed by in their motorcades. Our hysterical laughter made the trip to Delaware for a crab feast just zip by.

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