The blog is eight today. I remember being eight. I had a cake in the shape of an 8 that was a chocolate train track. It had a little liquorice train on the top, which no doubt, as the birthday boy, I would have eaten.
The older you get, the more memories get squished into your memory bank. The bank is flexible, and so are the memories actually, but with time, there’s less and less space between them as they stack up in the vault. That, I think, is why time seems to speed up as you get older. The space between the banked memories gets smaller and smaller.
Perhaps the trick to staying young then, is not to remember anything! Perhaps the brain agrees and eventually tries to make room by getting rid of memories that were taking up too much space.
I figured it would be clever at this point to say that that’s exactly why I started blogging - to remember things I wouldn’t remember. Honestly, though, I wasn’t that clever in 2013. I wanted to practise writing, to have an outlet for my thoughts, and to add some deep and meaningful nonsense to your world while I pulled back the curtain on my own.
If this blog is an extra memory bank too, then that is a happy accident. Perhaps it will even help me to feel younger! Perhaps, after I stop writing, or I’m gone, this will be like a digital record of a portion of a life - an historical document from the Twenty First Century. If you’re somehow reading this in the very distant future, then you will know the answer to that better than anyone.
Anyway, we’ve made it to eight years, the blog and I. The billows haven’t always been smooth, and they haven’t always been bright, but today things look pretty good, I think.
As I remember, they usually do on birthdays.
Happy birthday, little blog. Long may the liquorice train roll happily around that loop of chocolate track.
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