Memory is a strange thing. How does one decide what to keep and what to throw away? Sometimes you try your hardest to remember a particular moment in time, but no matter how hard you hold on, it slips away and is lost forever. I like to think that there is an invisible world where lost memories live. It’s right in our own world, we just can’t see them. Your lost memories are all around you, floating right above your head. Every once in a while one will break through the barrier between our world and theirs and for a moment, the tiniest fraction of a moment, you will remember that long lost summer day or a dream you thought you would never see again. This happens to me often and brings me a lot of happiness when a memory suddenly washes over me. I want to document a few of these fleeting moments and what better way to do it than with alliteration?
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When I was about six years old, my parents sold their business and bought an RV. Along with the vehicle came with a VHS titled “Go RVing”. Caught up in the excitement of a shiny new purchase and the promise of weekends spent in the wilderness, we popped the tape into our VCR and gathered around the TV. I was immediately entranced. The screen showed images of happy families with a variety of RVs swimming in pristine lakes and laughing by the campfire. Grandparents lounged in the shade while children scampered along the river in perfectly clean clothing. It was a paradise, and one that was promised to me with our own RV. It’s embarrassing to look back on it now, but the tape quickly became my favourite “movie”, and I watched it at least once on every trip (groans inwardly). I don’t know why I loved it so, but I remember laying in front of our tiny TV in our RV after a long day outdoors and watching the perfect nuclear family give a tour of their RV. I had forgotten all about this tape until GoRVing popped up on my Instagram feed a few days ago. How simple childhood was.