Ha/ha...you know, it was a little rough on my 15-year-old ego, that's for sure. But, so much at that age seemed devastating. Now I look back at that and it makes me laugh.
Thank you! I (like Dad) remember so, so much and always have. (Of course, he at 91, has even more memories than I do!). I have such a visual memory, and "feel" things so deeply (which is sometimes a real curse) that things that happened so many years ago, are like they are happening to me now.
Sylvie says I have, "hyperthymesia". I had NO idea what that was so I had to look it up. Basically it's a great autobiographical memory. Now, I am not like the rare person who remembers everyday of their life, but I do have a really detailed autobiographical memory going back as far age four (some memories from age three). I am thankful for it (usually) but damn it makes traumatic experiences REALLY difficult to work past...because they don't "feel" past to me. Thankfully, I have a talented therapist now who is helping me with that aspect.
Ah, the human indignities of falling down a mountain! That brings me back to a day long ago where I performed in Roccagorga, a very small, quaint town in the mountains of Italy. Our bus arrived in the town’s center and the town’s men (the women were huddled at their windows) wearing their brightest clothes hovered around our bus. I was exhilarated and frightened at the same time! Our dance performance day came after an afternoon of rain. I was in the zone! We were moving about the stage working our vibes. And, without any warning, my foot stepped into a patch of water and down I went! Costume and all! No matter which way my body turned, I couldn’t get out of that zone and retrieve my dignity. So, I did what I had to do… I hoisted my bottom up first, my hands walking back to meet my feet, and carried on! I immediately went back to my hotel room to recover. I believe that night I experienced the most embarrassing moment of my youth!
Wow-the mountains of Italy...I was there reading your story...and recall how youth presses an embarrassing moment into our cells. Meanwhile, the people watching you, were probably sending you deepest love for your recovery and applauding your continuing on...but we don't know that when we're young, and can't imagine that people aren't experiencing things the way we are. Thank you for engaging with me in story.
Oh, I'm so glad!! I love reading your stories, your past, and your life. It is an honor to share this. Storytelling was such an essential part of life in the past...it is so lovely to bring it into the present.
Sounds like a journey to hell instead of heaven!
Ha/ha...you know, it was a little rough on my 15-year-old ego, that's for sure. But, so much at that age seemed devastating. Now I look back at that and it makes me laugh.
That is an awesome story. Really. How do you remember all this detail ??
Thank you! I (like Dad) remember so, so much and always have. (Of course, he at 91, has even more memories than I do!). I have such a visual memory, and "feel" things so deeply (which is sometimes a real curse) that things that happened so many years ago, are like they are happening to me now.
That’s amazing, really. My memories of back then (everything, actually) is fuzzy
Sylvie says I have, "hyperthymesia". I had NO idea what that was so I had to look it up. Basically it's a great autobiographical memory. Now, I am not like the rare person who remembers everyday of their life, but I do have a really detailed autobiographical memory going back as far age four (some memories from age three). I am thankful for it (usually) but damn it makes traumatic experiences REALLY difficult to work past...because they don't "feel" past to me. Thankfully, I have a talented therapist now who is helping me with that aspect.
Ah, the human indignities of falling down a mountain! That brings me back to a day long ago where I performed in Roccagorga, a very small, quaint town in the mountains of Italy. Our bus arrived in the town’s center and the town’s men (the women were huddled at their windows) wearing their brightest clothes hovered around our bus. I was exhilarated and frightened at the same time! Our dance performance day came after an afternoon of rain. I was in the zone! We were moving about the stage working our vibes. And, without any warning, my foot stepped into a patch of water and down I went! Costume and all! No matter which way my body turned, I couldn’t get out of that zone and retrieve my dignity. So, I did what I had to do… I hoisted my bottom up first, my hands walking back to meet my feet, and carried on! I immediately went back to my hotel room to recover. I believe that night I experienced the most embarrassing moment of my youth!
Wow-the mountains of Italy...I was there reading your story...and recall how youth presses an embarrassing moment into our cells. Meanwhile, the people watching you, were probably sending you deepest love for your recovery and applauding your continuing on...but we don't know that when we're young, and can't imagine that people aren't experiencing things the way we are. Thank you for engaging with me in story.
Mary, I love reading your stories! They’ve given me permission to reach back into my past and write about my experiences. Big hug to you!
Oh, I'm so glad!! I love reading your stories, your past, and your life. It is an honor to share this. Storytelling was such an essential part of life in the past...it is so lovely to bring it into the present.