It is amazing how something simple can trigger powerful memories. It can be something you see, smell, hear, taste, or touch and it produces memories. I have been gathering shirts and fabric for a t-shirt quilt for quite a while now. I was going through the t-shirts and was surprised by some of the things that I started to think about. One shirt, for instance, was my best friend's football shirt. It is completely worn out and fading, one of the many memories conjoured by that shirt was how he smelled. For a long time I didn't want to wash it because it smelled like him and that was a smell I loved.
Another thing I found was a pair of pants. I wore these pants everytime we did service while I was on my mission. I did a lot of painting in those pants and needless to say there is a lot of paint on them. Every paint color has a different story.
The thing I found that brought back the most memories was a shirt from my first year of college. My friend Christian was running for student body president and I was his campaign manager. I remember painting his signs and going to every dorm and apartment on campus handing out fliers. We were also out at midnight hanging up his signs and were up at six rehanging them because it had snowed and they were all falling down. It was so much fun, yet super crazy.
