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This post is in response to the weekly writing challenge. I wasn’t going to enter, especially with nanowrimo in full swing, and my head stuck in other worlds. But then I thought about what I could say about my writing adventure today, and it wasn’t much! I promised myself I would post everyday to share my journey, so as there isn’t anything particularly interesting (except…’hey, well done me!’), I thought I’d take a little time out. I will say that I managed to achieve my personal target of two thousand words, and most of it even makes sense 🙂
One more thing before I get to it. I have provided a link to the ‘moved by music’ challenge at the end. I have also added a link to the music which inspired me to take part. There’s probably a better way of embedding them, so my apologies if the post isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as it could have been! I have much to learn.
I was tempted to write a little flash fiction to demonstrate how I feel about the particular song I’ve chosen. As a writer I’m always tempted to create new worlds. The emotions churning through me as I listened to Simple Minds’ Don’t You Forget About Me forced me into a different choice. I decided to share the memories with you from a strictly personal view point, (though all writing reflects a piece of the author in some small way).
I’m sure many of you will associate this song with The Breakfast Club – an iconic reference for my generation. A time when, for me at least, the Brat Pack were influential in getting me through those difficult teenage years. My personal favourites, besides the Breakfast Club, were St Elmo’s Fire and Pretty in Pink (how many of us can forget Duckie?).
I lost count of the number of times I watched those movies with my friends. We emulated them, sympathised with them and recognised a piece of ourselves in the characters they portrayed.
I remember a French exchange trip in school and making really good friends with the girl I met in France. When she visited me, we became so familiar with the Breakfast Club we could quote the entire movie. This is a sweet memory, one I cherish and it always makes me smile.
Not everything about the song, and the film makes me smile. It also reminds me of my best friends, of the emptiness I feel because we lost touch. They hold a part of me I can never replace, nor, if I’m really truthful, would I want to. When you’re young you think the friendships will last forever, that what you’re feeling in that moment is the most important thing in the world. That’s what the song does, it evokes those old feelings of kinship. Of feeling I belonged.
The song was in the background (or it was certainly playing in my head), the first time I fell for a boy. The first time I felt confident enough to be myself without judgement or pretence.
Like I said, I wouldn’t change those friendships, not a single one. Once I shut out thoughts of ‘what could have been’ I remember the good times. Of laughing, and crying with my friends, the movie marathons, the nights we spent all night talking about nothing and everything that was important to us.
I hear the song and I experience a kaleidoscope of emotion that quite literally takes my breath away. Sometimes I want to go back in time, grab my friends by the shoulders and scream ‘don’t you forget about me’. At others I’m grateful, so very grateful that I had them in my life at a time when I truly needed them.
Those bonds I formed at an early age are reflected in my writing. Somehow it doesn’t matter that we lost touch because I remember. I can recreate those friendships through the characters I create, and I truly hope they would find comfort in that knowledge. That I’ll never forget, and that those times are with me wherever I go.
Thanks for sharing this memory with me.