It is said that a persons memory can hold every memory that that person has ever made. It can remember anything that that person has put into their long term memory. Anything that they have studied, anything they have learned, anything that they have seen. The thing that is hard for the person is actaully recalling that memory. Some memories are recalled by something that you associate them with...a song, a smell, a picture, an action. Others are recalled by events that occur that are similar to them or the feelings you have towards someone. Then there are those memories that are recalled by someone else and what they say or do. Most of these start with the phrase "do you remember when..."
It is also interesting how one memory can be shared by so many different people. A memory can be shared by one person or a million persons. A moment can be remembered by anyone who was a part of it, anyone who saw it, or anyone who heard about it. What intrigues me the most though is that every one of those people who remembers that event will remember it differently. For you see, each person is going to remember the even based on their experiences of it. Their memory will be based on what they saw, what they heard, and what they felt. Even though it is just one moment or one vent in time, it can be remember a thousand different ways even though the facts remain the same.
One event that can be remembered by thousand is the day of 9/11. The facts are that two planes crashed into the World Trade towers, one plane crashed into the Pentagon, the towers crumbled to the ground, many people died, and a nation went to war. Many other facts could be added such as people came to help, people where in shock, and people were hurt. It could also be said that hero's were made that day, a nation was united, and a great loss was felt. This one event is remembered by so many people. It is remembered by those who saw it, those who watched it, and those who have heard about. But it is also remembered by those who lived it. It is remembered by so many different people in so many different ways because it is a memory that you can never forget. Here is how some people have chosen to remember it.
The Binch by Rob Suggs
Every U down in Uville liked the U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of U-ville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! The whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing U-ville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules.
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing U-ville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
And their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea -- an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow—
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
Yellowcard - Believe
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