Brenna EhrlichAll my memories are things I gave away, traded for new days after days after days...
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In the movie, "The Breakfast Club," Ally Sheedy said “I just don’t understand you guys. You have all these memories of things you’ve done. And I have all my memories of things I have given away, traded for new days after days after days...” As a teenager, we usually exchange our old memories for new ones. We trade in our old memories for new experiences and a better life.
We trade in our old life for a new one that feels different from what we had before. We trade in the past when it isn’t useful anymore for a future that is bright and colorful and full of hope and opportunity.
Source: Placid Girl
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