Memory-Under 10/High School/College
Under 10: I would have to say most of them involve my mother’s father or “Grandy” to me, and the one that sticks out just might be a “legend” of sorts… but is one of him and I walking from our house in Virginia to my pre-school (just down the street) and coming upon a tree who’s roots had bubbled up in the space allowed it by the curb and sidewalk forming a shape I could only describe as “Jaba the Hutt”. We both stopped an looked at this tree’s base for awhile (who knows how long that really is for a 4-5 y/o) and he simply laughed and agreed with me pointing out Jaba’s eys and mouth… Thus it was named and thus it shall ever be in the joint memories of the Dunlap Clan.
I remember jumping around in the sprinkler in my parents’ back yard. Also we have a horse ranch behind us and we would feed the horses and watch them run up and down the hills. That was before they stopped them form doing that because they would twist their ankles. We also would hop the fence and go exploring on the wooded area over there too.
I also remember the sound of gravel at my grandparents house. I love the sound of gravel under my shoes. Drinking coffee with my grandparents in their trailer, good stuff.
High School: I’ll never forget being excepted so quickly by the youth group at our church in New York, and how fast I made friends there. God grew me a lot during this time, and set me up for some “tragedies” I would have to endure later… But the one I think is so set keenly in my memory is the time I spent with friends at my “going away party” when I was leaving NY for TX. There are many reasons this was so special for me, even along some internal drama I was going through, but it simply was something I had not experienced before but had always longed to be a part of (a community of people, different, but united in love). Thanks Buddy!
Working my first real job for Applied materials that was great. I also was in everything at school I was so busy. Band and band trips were so much fun.
Well there was that day I proposed to Rekeisha… but you guys don’t really wana hear about that… So, lets just go with all the days spent in Ceramics Class with the other members of the “unHoly-Trinity” (there were more than just three at this “loud table” but only three of us came back the following semester to be given this name affectionately by the professor) making a bunch of crap, but having a great time doing it even while we learned a lot about ceramics and yes ourselves.
Driving in the Hills of San Antonio and eating chicken nuggets. Meeting Marc for the first time. He had red hair a fedora hat and shorts on. I though he was cute and the fact that he had a little fish (Christian symbol) on his backpack was a plus.