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Ladies, do not ask me how I came to write this story ...
being a guy and not knowing what a lady might be thinking at
any given time. I guess, I got the idea by remembering some
of the things that my sister and aunts talked about when I
was younger.? Guess they thought that I was not paying them
any attention. As I thought about some things a woman would
have in her memories, I could not help but laugh as the
words just started coming to me.
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My Box of Memories
One day, an older woman was sitting on her bed, packing some
things, in boxes, to put in her closet. She rubbed her
forehead with her hand and thought of her terrible migraine
headache, brought on by all this packing.
As she sat there, she looked at an empty box in front of
her. Next, she looked around, wondering what she might pack
in that box. Then, she said to herself, ???If I get rid of
some of these memories, that have been in my head all these
years, maybe my head would not hurt as bad."
She put the tip of her finger between her lips. Then, her
mind started wondering back, back, and back into her younger
years.
She remembered her first puppy love. Boy, was he handsome
and strong for his age of 11. He looked even bigger in his
elementary football uniform. ???Guess, I will keep that
memory,??? she said. So, she quickly put that in the box.
Then, she began to think a little bit harder, now. "Oh, Yes,
I surely remembered my first kiss. He was such a good
kisser, too." She, quickly, put her hand over her heart and
could feel it beating faster and faster. She opened her eyes
and said, ???If I keep having memories like this, I will need
something to take for high blood pressure.??? She gasped, then
put that memory, definitely, into the box.
Then, she remembered the last spanking she got from her dad.
As she remembered this, she rubbed her bottom. It was as if
she, still, felt the burning. She would keep that memory, as
it taught her to be nice to others.
Her memory took her forward ~ to her high school prom. She
remembered the beautiful pink dress that her father had
bought her. At the prom, she recognized a boy that she
really liked. However, her sister had the same feelings.
When her sister saw her looking at that boy, she walked over
and (accidentally) spilled chocolate ice cream all over the
front of her dress. She grabbed that memory and threw it in
the trash.
Though her memory started moving through the years, it
stopped at meeting her husband. One night, she had gone out
with her girlfriends and, upon returning home, there was an
insurance salesman there. Her parents introduced them and,
when she looked into his eyes, she knew she was in real
love. Three months later, they were married.
She went out at night with him, to go to several
appointments. She soon realized that most of the late night
meetings were with young women. She threw that memory in the
trash, too.
About a month later, she told her husband that he needed to
stay home and find another job. He did, he became a CPA.
Little did she know that her husband and her puppy love were
best of friends.
She, then, began to think of their first child, then
becoming a grandmother. She remembered her first diaper
change, too. (Poop.) She still remembered the stink, held
her nose shut, and put that thought in the trash, too. (She
had to remember to take the trash out, when this was over.)
When she realized that the box was full, she took some tape
and tape the lid shut. She took the box into the dining area
and sat the box in a chair. Then, she went into the kitchen
to fix supper for her husband.
As she was preparing supper, the doorbell rang. There stood
her puppy love. She could not turn him away, as they were
friends now.
He walked into the dining area and looked at the box in the
chair. He picked it up and shook it. He asked her, "What??™s
in the box?"
"My box of memories," she answered.
"Can I look in it?" he asked.
"Sure, but don??™t spill anything."
He opened the box and it was empty. Either I am blind or she
is going insane. He looked at her and said, "There is
nothing in here."
She turned toward him, with her hands on her hips, and said,
"Well, does that tell you something? It means that you were
not in my thoughts long enough to be in my memories."
?© 2003 by Robert H. Gilbert, Jr.
RGBLUEBOY@aol.com
http://www.geocities.com/rgblueboy/StoryPoetryPage.html
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May you be blessed today
Bob Johnston
Editor / Publisher
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