I am using an old book to do a Space Log Blog and Spiritual Blog with Chris Breva.
| Prompt: Chris asked us to write about a perfect memory fading with time.
I don't think any of my memories have faded. When I was in four years and we lived in Arizona, I tried to throw my Teddy Bear on the moon on a starry night. Mom says once I argued with a Native American man about his mule and I said it was a horse.
I don't have any fading memories. I forget about phone messages that I get in the same day. That is weird. I am glad I let the machine pick up on them. Past memories, I remember. Yesterday, like really. My friend said I wore a pair of Donny Osmond shorts all summer one year in high school, I remember the shorts but I don't think I wore them all summer. I guess that is about it for me and faded memories.