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Number 50 on my mission101_Day Six
The Fifty Question meme
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones? Either way I would lose half of myself so, I have no answer for this.
Is it possible to know the truth without challenging it first? I think that people who don’t challenge accepted truths don’t know themselves, they simply go along the same paths that others have made for them, blindly accepting something as true simply because someone before them said it was true.
Has your greatest fear ever come true? Hell no.
Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now? Yes, frankly, it does.
What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special? I have no one happiest memory. A number of happy memories revolve around afternoons spent at Pacific Beach in San Diego. Just my parents and me, the soft sun, the warm surf, and a distant radio usually playing a baseball game or music. I loved playing in the waves and lying on my towel afterwards, dozing as the sun dried me. We’d play cards, read, eat a picnic lunch and then as the sun set, we’d walk home to our little four-plex apartment, pretty tired out from an afternoon of doing pretty much nothing.
Thirty done out of fifty :)
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones? Either way I would lose half of myself so, I have no answer for this.
Is it possible to know the truth without challenging it first? I think that people who don’t challenge accepted truths don’t know themselves, they simply go along the same paths that others have made for them, blindly accepting something as true simply because someone before them said it was true.
Has your greatest fear ever come true? Hell no.
Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now? Yes, frankly, it does.
What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special? I have no one happiest memory. A number of happy memories revolve around afternoons spent at Pacific Beach in San Diego. Just my parents and me, the soft sun, the warm surf, and a distant radio usually playing a baseball game or music. I loved playing in the waves and lying on my towel afterwards, dozing as the sun dried me. We’d play cards, read, eat a picnic lunch and then as the sun set, we’d walk home to our little four-plex apartment, pretty tired out from an afternoon of doing pretty much nothing.
Thirty done out of fifty :)
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