project forty | list the years that you have been alive. then, in a word, sentence or paragraph, write down a significant memory from each year.
alterations | the thing is, i have terrible memory. i have trouble remembering specific things, or life changing moments or really...anything at all. so all of my memories will likely be "fleeting" thoughts except for the most recent years.
one | burying my face in my pillow that my nana made me*
two | baby-bell cheese in front of a fireplace
three | riding a tricycle on the street while we moved into the townhouse on wilson ave.
four | wearing matching pajamas with my brother
five | kindergarden classroom with the sinks at the back
six | trading lunches on joy day at christmastime
seven | eating giant pancakes made by dad at the hungarian bay cottage
eight | getting in trouble with madame mount for laughing during french class
nine | waiting for a friend put her hair in a bun, jealous she knows how from dance class
ten | watching a classmate pee her pants while we read the secret garden
eleven | deciding not to wear a bra despite having done so for two years already to feel grown up
twelve | wearing green eye shadow one day and realizing how dumb it looks
thirteen | taking my heels off at grade eight graduation
fourteen | choosing math class over a hawaii trip
fifteen | getting punched by a girl while wearing neon pink pants
sixteen | accidentally trying to ski down a double black diamond hill
seventeen | making yorkshire puddings with my boyfriend
eighteen | getting a butterfly tattoo and not knowing the tattooists were probably laughing at me
nineteen | finally getting the chance to properly kiss my future husband
twenty | buying my first real queen sized bed
twenty-one | discovering contemporary art
twenty-two | getting my first real job(s) at an art gallery
twenty-three | driving through saskatchewan and looking up at the night sky
twenty-four | yelling at my thesis supervisor and then breaking down in tears at work
twenty-five | trying so hard not to cry while marrying the love of my life
* i had to ask my parents for this one. burying my face in my comfort pillow is still something i do today!