Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant. (These are all examples — choose whatever form you feel like trying out!)
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
Aren’t all memories better than none at all? Personally, I actually have quite vivid memories from my childhood, and what I experienced growing up…
…as for experiences I had a few months ago, or even twelve or more months ago… not a damn clue.