Memory is a
strange thing. You can remember all of an event, or your brain will only cough
up snippets. For instance, all I remember from kindergarten is an incident
where I got kicked in the face. I don’t remember any sound, or what happened
after it. All I remember is seeing a foot contact my jaw.
However,
Schaefer’s memory is a little different. He recalls sounds: “The ubiquitous
cackling of geese, or the swoosh and bang of a screen door.” (Schaefer 48) These
sounds not only represent his childhood, they define it. The sounds clearly
mean a lot to him, and bring up happy memories.
When I think of
childhood-defining auditory memories, the first thing that comes to mind would
definitely be the soundtrack to The Lion
King. I listened to that so many times when I was little that hearing it
now gives me pangs of nostalgia. It’s like a key to my past, like the sounds of
a farm to Murray Schaefer.
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