Memorial Day Memories.

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For me, Memorial Day will always be the day of excruciating heat, sitting across from one another at a booth eating cheese fries, walking in the woods and asking questions about the far away future, watching Ace Ventura and paint balling and then taking a catnap because we couldn't really pay that much attention to paint balling, and then the night of me mentally beating myself for not screaming YES! when the chance first proposed itself.
It is for those reasons, and those alone, that Memorial Day has held a special place in my mind, and heart, for a year now.


Don't worry though, there will be no mental beatings on myself tonight ;-)

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