First time I could remember faling in love
At first I tought: oh, man, that task is sucks!
But then I was like: okay, watever, I'll dump whatever is in my head.
And then it hit me: I remembered the first time I fall in love.
I'm not sure about the love thing, but I thing it was something similar to it, like symphaty or the like.
It was in kindergarden. There was this girl, which I at the time thought I liked. Since I was very little of age, I'm not sure you could say 'love', but something of the kind maybe.
I can recall it, only because my relatives asked me about it. And it just engraved in my brain.
There are some things, that you could remember from the past. You had the whole life under your sack, but you could remember only so much of it. Points. Yes, you can remember the points. They like slides in your head.
And one such slide is about that conversation with my relatives. They asked (or was I just telling them, without them asking?) about who I liked, and I, being a kid and all, never thought about it much. And there was that girl, that I liked. Why? I thought she had some sort of unusual hair style or red cloth or both. Yeah, it some sort of red stuff or her hair. Anyway, thats as much as I could get, from my, highly pixelated with time memory.
Have you noticed, how much your memory is hazing with the time. The further you go in time, the harder is to get a clear image of it. Quite like in real life, when you go further from some object, the harder is to get clear picture of it. Or like in the CSI: Miamy, where you could enhance a photo forever and ever. But in real life it ain't so.
So it's very pixelated slide. And when slide is pixelated that much, it could get harder to tell what are the picture on it.
It's strange, how our memory works. I could remember the slide only because my relatives thought it was really amusing. I think I was even slightly offended, but never show a sign of it.
And that's the first love I could remember. And I could remember it, only because of the family members' reaction to it.
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