Tuesday, August 16, 2005

a thought about thought

Yesterday was a good day, not only did I speak to my Dad, and receive a letter from my mom (guess which yielded the more information). But also the beach party was the funest thing we have done so far, both campers and councillors hanging out enjoying themselves, exactly how I imagined camp would be.

As I think back I notice my memory has already began the editing process, skipping the bad or hard parts. The more I think about it maybe its not an editing process at all, maybe its more that the bad or hard parts are only bad and hard at the time and memories of emotions are barely shadows of the factors they were.


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