This type of reminiscing triggers the sensory cortex which may involve something such as smells, sights, or sounds that force your brain upon a memory of the past, whether it be good or bad. My personal experience with these types of memories takes me back to the summers when I was only eights or nine. As a child, I was pretty much anyone might say a “Daddy’s boy,” my father and I would go and do everything together. Some of my favorite times were going to my dad’s friends house and ending the day by going inside to indulge myself in a banana flavored moon pie before going home. If you do not know what a moon pie is, it is palm-sized, perfectly rounded, has two flat cakes smothering a sweet pillow of marshmallow, dipped in a banana flavored coating, and you can find them in just about any grocery store. Any time that someone even starts to peel a banana, and I am nearby, the sweet smell sends me back to what I call the “good times” in which I was a …show more content…
We would always start by eating whatever my mom cooked for lunch that day and then loading horses into the trailer which my dad gave me the great responsibility of doing. After running as fast as I could to the back door to yell inside for my dad, we would finally head to my father’s friends, Carlton, the house where the roping pen was. After arriving, I would, of course, be the first one to the back of the trailer to start unloading the horses to begin brushing them. I guess my dad gave me the simple jobs; at the time, if you would have asked me to throw a 35-pound saddle above my head, you could bet your bottom dollar I would try. When my dad would finally get the saddle on both of our horses, we would take out in the arena and begin to warm them up. Soaking up the sun and feeling the wind blow off of our faces as we galloped our horses side by side around the arena was my favorite part – my dad and I were almost inseparable in the moment. Soon that fun would end after everyone warmed their horses up, and I would tie up my horse Colt while my dad and his friends got the steers ready to practice a rodeo event commonly known as team roping.
My duty during this time would be to make sure that the roping steers filtered through the runway and chute correctly. I found enjoyment in this task because