Erasing Old Memories

The last time I went to Panama City Beach was 30 years ago - several pounds, children, husband and family ago.
     Today marks a new relationship with this city.
     One of the hardest things for me is returning to a destination where I had ventured a lifetime ago. Seeing places with long-ago relationships walking through the door, old memories of people who have been removed from my life sitting beside me. Cringing at laughter that moved through the doors.
    Soon, I decided that rather than let the old take over the new, I had to rewrite the memories. Rewrite the places and my association with them.  It's not easy. There's a barrier you have to break, but it doesn't take long to knock it down. You simply have to bring your posse with you and infiltrate the setting with all your being. Eat it all. Soak up all the sun. See new places. Hear new laughter. Let these moments define this place.
     Panama City, you no longer belong to the past. You belong to me and my boys and my honey. Like the big trucks on the strip, we're taking back the land and we're doing it loudly!