Featured in the 2016 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
By Afua Addo, ’16
Sometimes memories are like little taps on the shoulder. They whisper in your ear, reminding you how far you have come, and how much things have changed around you. They hang on our walls so delicately, yet they have voices of lightning and thunder. They can bring you such joy, yet have the power to darken the clouds and blacken the sky in an instant, reminding us also about the things of the past that we have handcuffed to our futures. The wind is whipping your face now, beating you down and murdering your smile. They have done this to millions.
That is why we hang them.