It's odd how memory works. How you will remember key moments in your life, like how on January 20th, 1990, I sat down between my friends Paul and Kurt at a greenscreen terminal to check my email ("you type 'mail!'" -Brett), and instead ended up addicted to a text adventure game... a decision that completely changed the direction of my life. I remember that moment with incredible clarity.
But other moments are small ones... just small insignificant memories that sometimes just hit you. Today I heard Bryan Adams's "Run to You" on the radio. I think it was his first 80's hit, and certainly was played on the radio a great deal when I was a teenager. And I had a flash to those days, when we were driving home from church with my dad. He'd let us have control of the radio (as he was more genial about that than Mom), and this song came on. After listening incredulously for a few minutes to the (let's face it) repetitive chorus, Dad said, deadpan, "You think he wants to, oh, RUN TO HER?" We all burst out laughing.
It wasn't a turning point in my life. Or a particularly important moment at all. Just a happy moment in a happy family, and one I should treasure for the sheer normalcy of it.
So, thanks, Mom and Dad, for giving me such a normal, happy life, so that I can have those special flashes of memory.
