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Adam Nicely's Autobiography (submitted 5/8/06)
Honestly, I’m not sure I know when I remembered what came before and forgot what came after; but I know there was a point where the world became too fast for my own good. I was the kind of child who never ate his birthday cake but always cut the shrubs. It seemed there were lots of anniversaries and holiday traditions. We would celebrate lives but were told a funeral should be a party; they would like it that way. My sister died at the ago of 8 from cancer after a couple years of driving into Philadelphia. Back then I thought West Philly was all there was to this city, across the river seemed too far away. It endeared me to this city. “Shouldn’t it make you not like it here?” But no, it seemed to me that memories were all I was going to have in the end. Save it all I told myself, that Kmart café lunch in Hershey with the youth group where the menu was ordered by number (even the condiments!), the letter your internship boss wrote when you were kicked out of school, the program from my Grammy’s funeral. Where does it all leave me? I’m now unable to remember many of the dates, places, even the faces in pictures. Then our basement flooded and all the receipts, letters, pictures, programs, film school reels no one’s ever seen, menus, bad poems, they all got wet. No matter how long they hang up they will always be damp and now my past has a funny smell. But I’m enjoying the mix of the old and new memories and this, whatever it is I have become.