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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 might have 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. |
| My Box of Memories Robert H. Gilbert, Jr. December 10, 2003 |
| 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 that she had a terrible Migran headache, with all this packing. As she sat there, she looked at an empty box sitting there in front of her. She looked around and wondered what should she pack in that box. She then said to herself, “If I get rid of some of these memories that has 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, and her mind started wondering back, back and back into her younger years. |
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| 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. She quickly put that in the box. 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, and put that memory definitely into the box. |
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