Mémoire 2 – Downtown Apartment 

I never thought I’d say this…but getting old is fun! I love returning to places I haven’t been in years; remembering old times.

I lived in this downtown apartment, on top of a pawn shop when I was in my early twenties, maybe even 19.

I loved living in the heart of downtown. I could look out of my window and see it all; the city life; the late night bar stuff; I could be anywhere within minutes, and I didn’t need a car.

My best friend lived across the street on top of some other shop. Basically all of the shops in downtown have apartments on top. We exchanged house keys, and would go to each other’s place when we needed something. We were so young and without accumulated belongings; what one didn’t have, the other did.

I remember actor Rob Lowe filmed a holiday movie on my street. I was chilling on my couch with munchies, watching a movie being made with a major celebrity right from my window. It’s funny, I think back now they never told me to move…maybe I’m in the movie as an unpaid extra!

I lived there with my first cat, Minoue. He was known as the cat who hugged. He would wrap his arms around the neck of anyone that would hold him. There was a little boy that would sit outside of my door and stick his fingers under the door to play with my cat. His dad, a Russian man, asked me on a date. I declined, he was too old and his child tormented my cat! It would never work.

Singing was kind of my thing back then, and boy would I sing in that apartment, to the top of my lungs! My music was always as loud as possible. I didn’t care that everyone in the building could hear me; I was convinced I was going to be a famous rockstar! The people who worked at the pizza shop down the street used to call me “Hollywood” when I stopped by. I clearly went to the pizza shop too much if I was given a nickname!

I saved up for a trip to Vancouver while living in that apartment. Only to fly home less than a week later. Oh my. That’s another story!

So many memories, I could go on and on. My perspective of things is so different now. I could never live in the heart of downtown again…but it sure was fun then!


Mémoire 1 

I decided to walk to my destination. Naturally, Google maps took me on a walkabout, but it was cool as it lead me past my first elementary school. 

I was slightly in awe as I walked from the back to the front. There was the schoolyard I once spent time in; memories of my first and only bee sting. The bee landed on my chin I didn’t know what to do, so I smacked it! It stung, I cried. It was a terrible experience. 

I remember questioning life at an early age.  I figured since I was at school and teachers had all the knowledge, that my teacher could tell me how the first child on earth was born. She kept playing it off like she didn’t understand my question. Now I understand that she couldn’t give me that answer! 

I remember getting sick at this school. Eveyone was on an outing but I was in the bathroom quite ill. I went to the secretary to call my parents. There was no answer because they were both at work, and there were no cell phone back then! I went back to my desk, packed my things and walked out! 

On my walk home, my dad pulled up beside me in the car. He had just finished work. I was so happy to not walk the rest of the way home. And my dad was so impressed that I made my own decision to leave and head home, although had I not run into my dad I have no idea what I would’ve done once I got home! Maybe pass out on the front lawn!

As I walked around to the front, my fondest memory of the first day of school came to me. Both of my parents dropped me off. They waited in the car for me to go in. I cried. I didn’t want to go to school. My dad started crying, more than me! 

As I write these memories, on my first mémoire, I can see each memory perfectly in my mind. It’s crazy how I can remember details this many years later as if it were yesterday. I can feel now, just as I did when I was a kid!