Today I got a present from an old friend: a picture of myself at age 15 on the top of a Chevy and with a pair of red Keds (I'm the one on the right). Somethings just don't change. I still wear red Keds when I can find them.
As for the photo, I can't even remember it being taken or where I was.
So why don't we remember these things?
In my case I seem to hold on to only a few teenage events and experiences. There was my desire to become a cheerleader because a girl I was envious of wanted to be one (I became one first!), there was my interest and time spent playing the piano and guitar (and then my guitar was stolen from my dorm room), and there was the day I sat on a car (a different car from the photo) and had an epiphany. And here's what my epiphany told me: the purpose in life was to have a purpose!! Ahhh, youth. Such wisdom.
What was interesting about my car-epiphany experience was that it took me in a different philosophical direction from my Presbyterian upbringing. Instead of there being only one predestined life for us to fall into as my minister had said, my inner voice very clearly stated that there were a number of different paths we could follow in order to find and achieve who we were meant to become and what we were meant to do.
It took a few years to forgot this revelation ... as I pursued the path that others had encouraged me to set for myself; and many years to rediscover it and put that notion into action, as I began to be review and discard the "sacred cow" beliefs that may have worked for others but not for me. Thank heavens I had the wisdom to choose red Keds and to return to a deep understanding I had always known in my heart.