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Saturday, October 10, 2015

Now I have reached a summarizing regarding a couple of simple things. It has first to do with a memory image I wrote about in Messages 9, Wednesday, January 28, 2015. Then I wrote about a memory image, which was, that I in my early childhood, built a high tower together with my friends. And an adult came and stopped us.

Now I have been taken up with a wooded area called Østmarka (The East Land) for a while, which is on the outskirts of Oslo. I grew up nearby this wooden area. I remember that I was on a trip together with my parents, to a fire watchtower made of logs, on a height called Haukåsen (The Hawk Ridge) in Østmarka. The tower was five stories high. On the top of the tower, there was a fire watch hut. Under the hut, there was a platform for hikers. Up to this platform, there was ladders between each story. It was fun to climb up in this open tower. I remember that I wanted to walk to this tower again, but my mother did not want to go to this tower again, she thought it was a dangerous place. This tower was replaced with a new tower in 1964, so it must have been in 1964 or before that.

I think that this memory image about building a tower, is a change of that I was very overwhelmed of this high tower in Østmarka, early in my childhood. This tower made an impression on my when I was a little boy, with the wonderful view over the large wood. This change did that I not remembered, that I was up in this tower, when I was a Child.

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The next is that I remember, that I made a fine kite together with my parents. We build the kite, and decorated it afterwards. When it was finished, it flew in the wind when I held it with a twine. It was fun to get the kite to fly high up with the wind.

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Later I also became interested in simple model aircrafts. I made different types of them; it was interesting to get them to fly in different ways. I typical only used thin sticks, balsa wood, rice paper, rubber band engines, or I made gliders. There was a shop near by which had different such things separately for sale. Gliders were also something I liked to send from a high place. I liked to see them fly.

The memory image about that we tried to fly with a big kite, dragged by a bicycle, has changed this. This change has caused that I did not remember, that we made that kite, when I was a little boy. This is also something I wrote about in message Tuesday, January 27, 2015.

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These wrong memories are like being something else. To understand these two things, is like taking off a disguise you did not understand that had changed oneself. Therefore this is something important to find out about.

David H. Hegg