Author: TippierCoffee

Disclaimer: I do in no way own—or claim the rights to—any of the characters of the show Codename: Kids Next Door. All credit goes to rightful owner Mr. Tom Warburton.


April 7th 2002.

Memories. They're all we have, all that defines us. When we see a situation playing out, that may or may not change our view on certain things, it stores in our memories and we'll carry it with us forever. Memories define our happiness or sadness, and some say that childhood memories are the most important of them all as they helped develop us—they helped us grow. My memories define me, and soon I'll lose most of them because of decommissioning.

My Mum noticed I was down the other day, so she asked me what was wrong. At first, I was unsure what to tell her, unsure whether she would believe me or scoff at me, but in the end I decided to tell her my worries.

"I'm scared to forget" I told her, feeling my chest fall deep into my stomach where it doesn't belong. Feeling like I was choking and like my eyes were burning.

I don't recall her exact words to me, but I do remember her talking about memories, and how they define us and shape us—needless to say; it didn't really help me much. I recall her telling me something about memories being forever, something we would always have that was our very own, and no one could take them away from us. Memories are like a sacred treasure we keep hidden inside of our minds, and sometimes we'll open our treasure chest to recall everything that has happened to us. Everything we used to do, which ultimately led us to who we are. All the people who helped define us, what if we hadn't met them and they wouldn't be a part of our memory? Simple: we would be different than what we are now, not a lot since our personality is not solely dependent on memories, but maybe a bit.

Our memories are us, we are our memories.

I wish I could remember forever, but soon I'll be forced to forget. Forget the people who helped define me. Nigel and Hoagie, and Abby and Wally. I'll forget our missions and our tree house. I'll forget how we used to laugh and cry together, how we used to fight together. The arguments, making up, disagreeing, agreeing; it will all be gone soon.

I remember asking my Mum what would happen if someone hit their head, and had memory loss because of it. Who will they remember, and who will they forget? She looked at me with a worried expression, and I told her a lie, that I was worried about falling and hitting my head and forgetting my friends. She told me something after that, something that kind of cheered me up.

She said: "Some memories are stronger than others. The memories of people we care a lot about are stored in our heart and not our brain. Family, friends and loved ones will remain with us forever, maybe not as clear as without a memory loss, but somewhere within you, you will have a feeling that you know these people. It's a feeling that can help you restore what was lost, or at least start anew. People we love stay with us forever, in our heart."

I hope she's right. I don't want to forget all of my friends when I get decommissioned. I don't want to forget the ones I love.


A random idea. I am not that good at writing in first person xP

Anyways; hope you liked it. Criticism and/or advice(s) on improvements is/are highly welcome, and appreciated.

~*~TippierCoffee~*~