Skiing a parallel turn.
Walking without having to think about it.
The smell of our new born babies.
My Great Grandmother’s kitchen.
Having a good criac in the pub with friends.
Teaching a class of children.
My first bike.
Playing football.
Draught Boddingtons Bitter Beer.
The taste of Stimarol chewing gum.
My Taekwondo patterns.
Changing a set of brake pads.
Carrying our two beautiful boys.
© Andy Daly 2014
Beautiful memories sometimes make me feel lost. Am I lost or is it simply that I don’t see the beauty anymore?
I’m sure it’s just a passing phase: you have a lot to contend with.