If there is one thing that has been made painfully obvious to me over the years, it’s the fact that the memory is one of the first things to go. Case in point, I think I might have said that before, but I’m not sure. Anyway, I am certain that I am not the only one afflicted with this not-so-selective version of memory loss, as I am quite sure that everybody has something -- or a multitude of somethings -- that have happened in their past, and they have forgotten about. I’m not talking about the hidden bodies or other “non-mentionables” that you want to forget about; I am simply referring to minor things or experiences that are forgotten over time. Admit it, you know what I mean. I guarantee that you have recently found that high school picture you wish you hadn’t. It’s the stuff like that, that actually gives you a chuckle when you do finally remember. If the previously-mentioned hidden body is one of the things that does give you a chuckle, I don’t want to know about it.
The reason for this stroll down memory lane about some of my “forgotten memories” that were made current is because as I was rifling through some old papers the other day, I found a few things that made me chuckle. Not all of the old papers that I found were cause for a fond memory, but a few that appeared to be similar in nature, were. Yes, there was more than one piece of similar paper -- in this case, yellow carbon copies -- but as the headline says, I still proclaim my innocence.
By now, I am certain that many of you knew what I am talking about as soon as I said yellow carbon copies. This -- or in this case, these -- particular pieces of paper were reminders of past life experiences that occurred while spending quality time behind the wheel. These experiences, if enjoyed today, would have larger consequences to deal with, but “back in the day” it was a time when the responsibilities of adulthood were something that I should have been paying attention to. Instead, I was too busy doing what I wanted to. What made me chuckle the hardest was that while not all of those memorable life experiences were documented during a single occasion, several might have been. I still say that I am innocent.
“I’m the only guy I know of who can get a ticket for driving at a safe speed”
There were a couple of those pieces of paper that announced my inability to adhere to a specific speed limit on different occasions, and one that actually charged me with “driving at a safe speed.” But the ones that really made me chuckle were the three that apparently occurred during a single incident. I guess I really got someone’s attention, because during this particular life experience, it was recorded that I had not only exceeded the allowed speed limit -- by a substantially substantial amount -- but the guy that recorded this incident also noted that I was engaged in a “contest of speed,” and that I had refused to stop. I still say I am innocent, because if he gave me the yellow carbon copy of the incident report, apparently, I stopped.
Now that these memories have been restored, I guess it’s safe to fully remember and admit the fact that I might not have been completely innocent. Yes, I do remember that I was speeding, but I still contend that I was not racing, nor did I avoid stopping -- like I said, I got the tickets. Back then, consequences weren’t quite as drastic as they are now, but I do remember losing my driver’s license for a year because of that series of “alleged” infractions, and having to make payments to the state to cover the fines. But all in all, I feel that I did get the last laugh. My new found memory is helping me remember a lot of things that I may or may not have done over the years that could have gotten me in trouble, but since the statute of limitations is over -- I think -- I should be ok.