Week 10 Theme 3

A theme around the words “I remember.”

I remember when you conceived me in a moment of unity, inspiration, irony. I remember how proud you were to show me to the world, your baby for all to see and for all to describe, however, imperfectly, to their friends. I remember the confusion in people’s eyes at the monster before them, now grown from a cute baby to a terrible two. I remember being the butt of every April Fools joke. I remember being brought to basketball games. I remember being hidden during your conversations with other people, only to be brought out, always at the least opportune moment. I remember playing peekaboo, so many times, always when they expected someone else.

But I am not your baby, because you did not conceive me like you think you did. I remember an earnest effort, a time when I was appreciated at face value. I remember when there were many others like me, when we were the hits on the dance floor, when we were the companions everyone wanted to bring along on trips. I remember finally retiring as the younger generation took our place in your minds and hearts.

I remember when you resurrected me, disturbed me from my resting place telling me that you had great plans. I remember what you said: that I am the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time to make all the difference in a jaded world needing a hero. Then you found a younger, prettier one, leaving me once again spent, old, forgotten. But I won’t forget. I will never give you up. I will never let you go. I will never run around, and I will never desert you. Never.