First Memories
(small Interlude to get back to my most beloved story)
Memory
1. The mental faculty of retaining and recalling past experience.
2. The act or an instance of remembering; recollection: spent the afternoon lost in memory.
3. All that a person can remember: It hasn't happened in my memory.
4. Something that is remembered: pleasant childhood memories.
5. The fact of being remembered; remembrance: dedicated to their parents' memory.
There are many different things people love to remember. They paw through their brains so often that sometimes memories or pictures loose their meaning to them.
Memories are connected not only to pictures but to smell, touch and feelings as well.
They can lift your spirit in the darkest hours, can help you through problems you observed or had before or they can cement your feelings for another one.
Often, first memories of beloved persons or things stay the same all the time, throughout all of their lives. And they become some of the most precious thing someone can have. And even if you are near the object or person of your memory, the value never changes.
But memories can also hurt you very deeply. They can show you your failures, what you lost and what could have been.
All of us have these memories, even if we really don't think about them, they are in us, in our heart and our soul, guiding us along to the values we hold dear.
Mikey's Memory:
Mikey's first memory of his mother is one of safety and warmth.
It is a memory from long ago, when he was so small and even more of a klutz than normal.
He could remember his old home barely, could recall water streaming down the manholes and his panicked father as he tried to get them to safety in a hurry. Everything else was blurry, he knew that they were in a chest, that Raph had hung onto a small indent between bottom and top part of the chest to look out of, that Leonardo tried to calm down a whimpering Donnie while he himself was chewing on his fist.
The clear parts after that were his most priced memory.
There was warmth around him and soapy bubbles, loud laughter through a closed door as he slipped through his fathers legs again and again.
Somehow he escaped in his towel and into a strange passage made out of wood and stone. He robbed, laughing loudly, further and further away from his father and into a new world.
(He remembers stopping at a door, seeing a blur standing there and his little heart beat faster in fear. He didn't know this blur! And his father was away! He had to get to safety!)
As fast as he could, he made his way into a room of his dreams! Everything was fluffy! And there was so much space!
With a loud squeal he shot forwards, underneath a big fluffy thing to then dart under something made out of wood. His hands trailing over the smooth, an no cold, surface. It was the smoothest thing he ever felt!
The towel flopped over him in his enthusiastic wiggles. It was dark for a short moment before he heard the sound.
A beautiful laugh, sounding like nothing he had ever heard. Words he couldn't understand were spoken and then his towel got lifted and there before him was a human!
But much whiter and strange looking!
He yelped and somehow could escape the unknown woman, but she caught him. He was pressed against something soft, different soft as his towel, and it was warm. His heart calmed down as he snuggled his head against the warm skin.
Somehow he knew that he was safe now, that the warmth would stay.
He loved every heartbeat of it.
Leo's Memory
In his short life until the precious first memory of his mother, Leonardo hadn't seen many different colors.
Brown in his Fathers fur, green in his own skin.
Blue for eyes, same as amber and green, from his brothers.
He knew gray as the stones, red for the manholes and he even knew yellow, for he saw the sun once.
But in his whole short life, he never had seen a color like this.
White.
Normally a cold and sterile color, as he knew now, but white would forever be something warm and treasured for him.
He got his first good look at White while he sat in warm arms of the human his father had left them with. The difference between his own skin and the humans, was staggering for him. But it was as warm as it was strange.
The human had even more fingers than him and the skin was scarily soft. The hug however was as warm as the sun and as blinding.
(Even if the human smelled really bad, he could smell underneath the sweet raspberry and lemon, at least he knew the fruits later.)
White was something new for him and it was warm and soft, covering him whole. Together with the soft voice, White would forevermore be precious to him.
There are no excuses I could give. I am very sorry it took me so long to come back.
I would never abandon Winter or you, remember that please.
I had just a very hard time..
But now I am back.
Next chapter will, most likely, take off after the last. (poor winter with concussion... but we will see more of Splinter and maybe even B.)
The next "Memory" Chapter will most likely come soon though. I just have to get back into writing.
If I am lucky, I can maintain a regular update once per month..
My work (yeah XD) is very demanding but it is fun.
So, don't loose hope. I will never give it up.
I love all of you.
