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ambitious_wenchI'm not sure if I'm creating memories, or if reading about the trail to Half Dome is sparking true memories. I think I've written about a memory I have of my mother talking to me about going on a hike when I was very little, and her asking me if I think I could do it. "I won't be able to carry you", she said. You're too big and heavy, and it's a long way."
I remember being afraid at one point, the trail was narrow, and there was a steep, far drop on my left. I remember lots of rocks, along the trail, and down below. I think I may have stopped, expressing my fear. I remember someone picking me up, not sure who.
I know there were other people on the hike. And now I'm remembering a man telling my mother "She can't make it up there, perhaps you should stay down here."
That's the memory I'm doubting. I don't remember her reaction, or what we did if we stayed.
I remember being bone weary, though.
Wishing I could remember more.
I remember being afraid at one point, the trail was narrow, and there was a steep, far drop on my left. I remember lots of rocks, along the trail, and down below. I think I may have stopped, expressing my fear. I remember someone picking me up, not sure who.
I know there were other people on the hike. And now I'm remembering a man telling my mother "She can't make it up there, perhaps you should stay down here."
That's the memory I'm doubting. I don't remember her reaction, or what we did if we stayed.
I remember being bone weary, though.
Wishing I could remember more.