Aren't memories a funny thing? They are constantly pulling at your mind and heart. Some little thing will trigger them and before you know it, you are re-living a moment; sometimes the emotion; pain, happiness, silliness is as intense as the day it happened.
I am taking an online class with Laure Ferlita called Artful Journaling. Our 2nd assignment was drawing a watermelon. I started working on the assignment and was soon re-living a moment (or two, or three) of going to a Boy Scout function (didn't they have Blue/Gold Banquets??) with my brother and Dad. Always at these things, they sing songs that invlove some pantomine. I can see those Scout leaders singing "WATERMELON, WATERMELON, WATERMELON RIND" while pantomining eating across a watermelon slice like an old fashioned (but not at the time) typewriter. And at the end of the song, everyone SPITS OUT THE SEEDS with lots of noise and moisture, as only boys can do. Nice memory to accompany me while drawing. I miss my Dad.
