Just so I don't forget, last spring I had a University worker assault me. I wasn't upset, I just thought it was hilarious.
He's a black, tall, mentally retarded man in his early 20s whose job is to be the janitor at various locations on campus. One day, he was patrolling an area that I occupied in front of the Memorial Union at ASU and yelled "GERONIMO!" before crashing his giant trash cart and bruising my right arm, plowing right through me and continuing on at his 5 mph pace. This was hilarious to my friends. I took it like a champ.
But this was only six months ago and I've forgotten it! How bizarre! I was recently reminded by a friend who said he ran into the guy while on campus. This experience would have left my memory. And it's one I wanted to give to my grandchildren. So unfair, brain. I need to write this stuff down! I'm sure I've forgotten many great memories. They're hardly slideshows in my mind, and soon they will be gone, left only with feelings of memories and positive or negative attitude shifts in those directions. Oh well. I suppose only so many memories can actually be memorable. The rest you have to write down.
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