The weirdest memory I have isn’t even that weird. The weird thing about it isn’t the memory itself. The weird thing about it is why I have it. Or, why I still have it.
I’m eleven years old. I’m sitting in the back seat of my parents’ Toyota Carina. I remember reading the Toyota logo in the window, forwards and backwards. I didn’t know what an anagram was back then, (I didn’t know the word “anagram”, in any case) but if I did, I probably would’ve concluded to myself a couple of times that “Toyota” wasn’t one. Every time we drove somewhere in that car, I would try to force the word “Toyota” to be an anagram, as if reading it enough times would make the “a” at the end go away. It never did, though.
Anyway, back to the memory. We’re on our way home from somewhere. I actually don’t remember from where or what, but I remember the road we’re driving on. It’s a long straight road with small fields and forests on either side. A single tree here and there, looking as if trying to get away from the forest and stretch itself on the open fields. Probably a lot less competition for sunlight out in the fields. If you take a turn from the long straight road, you’ll end up at one of my friends’ house. They have a big farm with an entire forest surrounding it. I probably remember it being bigger than it actually is, we used to play a lot in the forest and on their farm.
Right, sorry - back to the memory. It’s a sunny day. Not a particularly warm day, but then again, sunny days in Denmark is not necessarily a promise of a hot day. It usually just means clear skies, which is also nice. The long straight road leads to the town where I grew up, the town where my parents live. But as of this moment, this memory, if we freeze time right here, I’m eleven years old, - probably almost exactly - and I’m in the back seat of my parents’ Toyota Carina, trying once again to make an anagram out of “Toyota”. Like I said, it’s not really a weird moment or a weird memory per se. It’s actually excruciatingly ordinary. Very plain and boring, if you ask me. I wish I had such specific memories of wilder moments of my childhood, but this one keeps coming back to me - because I decided that it would.
At that moment, for no reason whatsoever, I decided that I would freeze this moment and store it in my mind - I’d never forget it. Like I was saving a file onto my own hard drive. I simply took a screen shot of my life. And I have no idea why - to see if I could, maybe? Memories fade, and maybe I wanted to see if it was possible to simply decide to keep a memory? Even a memory as ordinary and dull as this one? And here, today, almost ten years later, that exact moment is still clear as day to me. Because for some reason, I just decided to keep a completely random memory with me, so that even if I forget my entire childhood, I’ll still remember that at least I was eleven at one point.