  Tuesday night I had prelude class, and the speaker was a woman who had performed with urlLink Second City for many years.
Being an improvisor myself encouraged me to actually try to stay awake for the presentation, which turned out to be not so difficult. I enjoyed it very much, and even got to participate and tell the whole room about how I had forgotten my toothbrush for the Youth Group road trip last summer and walked a mile or two down the road w/ Jaron to a gas station that had toothbrushes, only to find that the only color they had was PINK.... blech.
It was a good story tho. But there was a very upsetting part to this presentation too. At one point, we were asked to think about an "active moment" in our lives... something that changed our perceptions forever. The example she gave was about seeing her father turn away from her mother when she tried to kiss him, and how that showed her that her parents didn't love each other.
When I tried to think back upon my life, I realized that I can't remember any "active moments" in my life. Now some people would just realize that and say, "Oh well, no problem. I just have a bad memory. " But to me, it seems more important than that. Aren't these active moments the things that define us as people and make our lives interesting?
don't they sculpt us into the people we've become? I believe so, and therefore not being able to remember any of these "active moments" in my life is very disturbing, because I can't remember anything that makes me "me". I have no real recollections of the past. I have no foundation for discovering who I am. Who am I? who AM i? I just don't know. 
