Remembered Event Narrative

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise. “Buhahaha” which is exactly how my friend Andrew sounds whenever you can honestly make him laugh. I was just smiling at him and coming up with crazy metaphors, “coke is a roller coaster it has its highs and low points”. We were in charge of “The Line” as my fellow National Honor Society peers put it during the registration process at Morton East High school about two years ago. The ironic absence of food as we just stood in the cafeteria telling people that they had to wait at our specific checkpoint before they could go to the next registration station table was slapping us in the face. We continued to joke about how they expect us to “work” for free even though our only actual job was to tell people to wait until there was room for them to continue in the café. We were even making plans to go for a run after we got out because “summer” was almost over. We were both in cross country and we enjoyed to run together because we had a similar pace that allowed us to push each other. But time began to freeze as our jokes began to fade. We began to goof off in a sense that though telling people to stop was supposed to be a two person job we would change shifts “Hello” I said in my cheery voice. There was a pause on the other side of the line. Then to my complete surprise my mom began to cry on the other side of the line. Finally, when she calmed down a bit I asked what was wrong and whether or not everything was alright. That is when