Memories Are Not Mine Or Are They

Memories are not mine or are they We who listen and learn-start to create a story, not of our lives but of others. Memories are not mine or are they. We as children listen to family stories that seem to become our own-creating on true facts. Parents and grandparents telling stories of years beyond there own: passing down throu generation after generation. Memories of the past seem to flicker at present time; so now we tell the stories of way back when-remembering Memories told to us.... Written by Gina Montalbo 05/17/2014
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Carrillo Avatar
May 20, 2014 at 5:31 PM
This is very well written. The stories that are told to you are the ones you will pass on to your own children and grandchildren. You can be surprised of what you can learn.... Lucilla
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May 21, 2014 at 12:42 PM
Thank you I have learn a lot from these stories.... Much love Gina....
Lamoureux Avatar
May 18, 2014 at 12:32 AM
I really like this one, it makes me think of the stories told to me by my grand father. This is an interesting perspective.
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May 18, 2014 at 1:39 AM
Well thank you very much... I wrote this because my mom tells me many stories of the past.... Gina
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