Jogging the Memory

I write some about my childhood days, a few highlights

and low-lights which come to mind. But my memory is

not really all that good.

Think of it, from an age when you can first recall being

alive which may be 3, 4 or 5, until you reach puberty

and could then be considered a young adult, you had all

those accumulated days filling your brain with memories

and activities.

And from the tens of thousands of those happenings, you

can only recall a few dozen or so. My point is, for me at

least, I should have entered life when I was in my mid-forties

or so.

Sociologists and psychologists claim as children, we grow

into and through various learning stages. We learn to love

and hate, we are potty trained, and through example and

teaching we learn to socialize, to speak, count and spell.

Walk, run, jump and play are part of our natural pro-

gression as human beings. Anyway, half of what I may

have learned as a child is useless to me now in my

advancing years. And the other half, I am physically

and emotionally no longer able or fit to do.

I figure my forties would have been a more appropriate

fit from where life should begin. For now in my mid-

seventies as I digress in body and mind. At least my

memory was much clearer thirty-some years ago, and

at that time I had some clue as to who I would eventually

come to be.

On the other hand, I can also understand that being born

for the first time fully formed in your forties would pose

some serious problems for both the child and mother

physiologically.


I feel as though I'm going through the process of reverse osmosis,

you know.

                                     -30-

Chris Hanch 6-23-2020