Day 22 Thirty Day Challenge

Upon Re-Reading

I found an old journal and spent an hour reading the words of my nineteen year old self. On some pages I really liked this person, on other pages I wondered who I was and just caught glimpses of me. My memory of several events differed from my journal entry. 

How many times does an event alter? Remembering is falling down a rabbit hole. Each time you try to climb back up you take a slightly different route.

This remembering is a fictive trip.