I find a place like that and I wonder about the people who once occupied the rooms or walked down the halls. What did they think about as they strolled along the surrounding grounds? Were they happy or sad? Was it a place of love or fear? The sad part is you have no way of knowing the vast majority of the time.
My imagination can run rampant in an old abandoned place, any old place abandoned or not. Old buildings, houses, old businesses, hospitals, schools, or churches have seen so much of life of people who have walked through their rooms and long since passed from this Earth. The stories of their lives have been lost in time and there is no way to recapture them.
If you think about it, it’s kind of tragic. I’ve been talking to my husband about writing down the stories he tells me about his father. The man was an evil genius when it came to pulling pranks on people. I have spent so much time laughing at those stories and the fact that when my husband leaves this world so do those stories. If you’re wondering if there are any regarding my husband, well he pulled his share of stunts as well only not usually in the form of pranks. He just got into stuff and pulled a lot of stunts that if one of our kids had ever pulled them and he found out he would have killed them.
We learn about the history of our country and even our planet but we neglect to do anything about our own history. Take the time to record those memories for your children and grandchildren and give them something of yourself to hold on to after you’re gone. Who knows, maybe you’ll inspire a distant descendant to go explore, pull a great prank, take a chance on an awesome stunt, aspire to be something more. You take the time to share your story now and who knows where in the future you might rise up again.