You may be wondering why I believe that to reminisce is divine and you would be right to question this belief. Ordinarily I believe that reminiscing equals melancholy but at this moment I must tell you that I am calling on my perogative as a woman to change my mind. I was standing, thinking, and absent mindedly watching a cheesy movie on the television. Well, I can honestly say, I found myself tearing up over a very predictable plot line. Obscure yet very normal, I was transported back to a time, as a child, when my sister very lovingly took my hand and held it. Held it as I was consumed with an albeit childish response to some perceived injustice but held it she did. You know what? I just made that up but believe me I wish it was a real memory and I think that is why I initially felt that to reminisce equals melancholy and why I changed my mind to reinterpret reminiscing to equal something close to divinity. I just had an epiphany. I really miss, no, I really missed out on having that kind of bond, closeness with my syblings. Even though I had three sisters, I never knew that kind of intimacy.
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