tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202996302446629175.post258735103849455455..comments2023-05-12T05:33:17.326-07:00Comments on Why I May Still Be Canadian: Tearing down memoriesdglloydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952724753847109831noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202996302446629175.post-9943080880383947232015-01-30T11:20:20.689-08:002015-01-30T11:20:20.689-08:00Tearing down the memories as Canadian is so tough,...Tearing down the memories as Canadian is so tough, the contents and the ideas given in this article can also be considered well in the future to be taken for the further use. essay paperhttp://superior-essay-paper.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202996302446629175.post-49962731213753129822011-06-25T23:49:06.628-07:002011-06-25T23:49:06.628-07:00Gayle, I definitely haven't blocked out any me...Gayle, I definitely haven't blocked out any memories of the two of us together - not even the very defining moment when you approached me in broad daylight at such an early age. Actually, I wrote down my recollection of this a while back and plan to use it in a future book.<br /><br />Our memories will always be subjective, even in this digital age where almost every moment is documented. They say that history is written by the victors - which then becomes a part of our collective memory. You have always managed to remember events in the distant past far beyond what Paul and I could ever remember. As a result, your subjective memory of such events have become a part of our collective memory, as your long-term memory is clearly the victor over ours.dglloydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07952724753847109831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202996302446629175.post-72925823103230977142011-06-25T13:12:15.571-07:002011-06-25T13:12:15.571-07:00David I reminded of a recent experience of bumping...David I reminded of a recent experience of bumping into somebody I hadn't seen for about 30 years. I had my own little story firmly entrenched in my mind of everything up to and including the last time we saw each other.... and the other person gave me a story that diverged so wildly from mine that it was hard to believe we had actually been in the same place at the same time. We create our own take on everything, to support our own beliefs - and we filter out what doesn't work for us. As time passes I wonder more and more how much my own memories are suspect because of this, and try to not give much weight to them becuase of htat. And as all the great sages have said, we're better off in this moment - it's the only one we have. But of course our past is what has made us what we are so of course it has great allure. I drive past your mother's house every day and pass the spot where my 8 year old self crossed the street to spend her allowance on Saturday mornings - and I wonder if the person I am can even know who that girl was. <br /><br />And on that note - your memories of the back of the school conveniently don't include being horrified at me approaching you in broad daylight causing you to be seen by all your foot hockey friends. Or had you blocked it out, thereby affirming my musings!!!Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09139597763680190666noreply@blogger.com