I'm one of those people who remembers movement and mannerisms. If the timing's right I can even mimic them which makes me fun to have a parties. What I didn't know until this past week is that I remember those movements somewhere deeper in my brain than regular things.
On Friday, my parents came into town and we went to a spring training game. Because some of the tickets they bought were going to be unused, we invited one of my high school classmates to join. He lives in the area and our parents are close. About the middle of the third inning, mom and I were getting some concessions and I see a guy I haven't seen in 6 years walking- there he is. I didn't remember him by his face as he was walking away from me, but I remembered the way that he walked. Which when I say it like that sounds really creepy. Oops. It's almost that even as we graduate and in his case grow into our bodies, the way they move doesn't change, just they way the display. His mannerisms were all the same, how he crossed his arms over his chest, his anxious foot tapping hadn't changed from high school. In that way he was still so familiar. Coming from years of sharing classes, and choirs, and game nights- to a baseball game in another state. The movements were the most second nature piece to the puzzle.
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