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[ghoti_mhic_uait]

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything
you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of
course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to
remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it
happen so they had to make it up instead.

Comments

[aellia.livejournal.com]

She shook with fear,but manged to tuck her tiny,ragged teddy bear into her left coat pocket.
Kirsten walked along the wet grass,and nearly fainted a few times.
But there it was..waiting for her,it's huge,red bubble and the whooshing flames.
She climbed,falteringly,into the basket and sat,with her hand glasped around her bear.
Praying,and closing her eyes..they soared..the wet grass a distant memory as the sun had risen above the clouds that she was now,herself,rising through..she wanted to be like Icarus..but didn't want to burn her wings..

[ghoti.livejournal.com]

I know I jsut said it to Tish, but there aren't other words... that's beautiful. Thankyou.

[aellia.livejournal.com]

It just seemed like something you'd do.But I did wonder if you had actually done it!
xx

[aiwendel.livejournal.com]

We go for a long walk over moorland on a bright sunny day, with clouds flitting past and a gentle breeze. after a climb we get to the top and can see the sea, and scramble down a wooded slope to get to a sandy beach, where warm we paddle and laugh and play chase and scrunch our toes in the sand. Maybe we make a sandcastle/sculpture too...

In the evening we return along the beach, shoes off to the hut/house we are staying it. There is a log fire and thick sheepskin rug in front of it. We stay up talking looking into the flames for a while, and finally go to sleep cuddling in a large soft bed.

[ghoti.livejournal.com]

That's beautiful. Thankyou!

[crystal-claire.livejournal.com]

Ah, Ghoti, one of my earliest memories of you, and certainly the finest, is from back in the summer of 1999(?), when they were restoring the Albert Memorial next to the Royal Albert Hall. We were on our way to the Proms (Mozart clarinet concerto, wasn't it?), and had just walked across Hyde Park from Marble Arch. You were dressed in bohemian summer chic. As we approached the memorial, a sudden whimsy seemed to hit you, and you darted towards the memorial with a cry of joy, losing your hat, and removing your top and skirt on the way. Wearing just your undies and some strappy tied sandals, you pole-danced on the scaffolding, to the immense enjoyment of several groups of tourists.

Happy days...

[ghoti.livejournal.com]

Didn't you see the bit where you were meant to *make it up*? Tcha!

<giggle>

[crystal-claire.livejournal.com]

You're kidding? Isn't this the "first memory" bit.
Damn.

I always, always get these things wrong.
;-)