Memories are created each an everyday, from the minuscule to the grand. Whether it be a certain smell, sound, or something visual. Memories are all around us, they linger with us through life, waiting for that one instance, that one time, when everything lines up right for them to trigger the response they've been waiting for. Reading Giant Slide triggered a response from me personally, it brought me back to my youth, all the summer's spent at Geauga Lake. Although in bleak Ohio, it reminded me of the fun summers me and my family used to have there, riding the rides, playing the games, and eating all that terrible food. It was something I would look forward to every summer, my reward for surviving another school term. Its been multiple years since the park closed for good, all the rides sit in ruin and every once and awhile I drive out that way and see the tall starting hills of some of the coasters standing there all alone, reaching skyward for something, someone to help them restore their lost life. I remember anxiously climbing those hills, waiting for my stomach to drop over the edge with the rest of me. Those were some of the best summers of my life, now seeing the place that brought me so much joy in such a state is very emotional. I feel bad for those coasters that brought such joy not to just me, but many people, to be abandoned and cast away, only existing in memories. That is their home now, no longer are the functioning, no longer are they causing screams of excitement, no, they now only sit and hope that somewhere someone is remembering them as they once were.
Giant Slide to me is a great example of how the world around us is ever changing, and unless we cling to the memories of years past and cherish them, they will sit and rot like the coasters of Geauga Lake. Memories offer each individual a home, a home that will always be the same no matter what is going on around them, and that is why I feel memories are one of the most important aspects in shaping an individuals idea of what home truly is.