When I am remembering all of the good times I feel a bit like E.B. White in his essay “Once More to the Lake”. In this essay he writes: “It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving” (21). That is how I feel about the memories I hold dear. So many things have changed, but I will never forget the moments that meant the most. Even though the elderly people that went to church with have started passing away. I hear about the kids and now adults I was friends with. Some are married with children, others in the military and we have all grown up. The memories live on in
When I am remembering all of the good times I feel a bit like E.B. White in his essay “Once More to the Lake”. In this essay he writes: “It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving” (21). That is how I feel about the memories I hold dear. So many things have changed, but I will never forget the moments that meant the most. Even though the elderly people that went to church with have started passing away. I hear about the kids and now adults I was friends with. Some are married with children, others in the military and we have all grown up. The memories live on in