- Impossible to penetrate
- Incapable of being affected
--My memory is far from impervious, but there are certain things that seem to stand the test of time. Specific events become ingrained in the mind - they evolve into more than just a passing thought and become a building block of personality and whim. Like one afternoon in the third grade.
With a flourish only known to one who has 50 pairs of doe-like eyes focused on them, a teacher emerged from the A/V room with a TV and VHS player in hand (or, you know, cart). She put in a tape, pressed play, and welcomed 90-minutes of calm into her afternoon. And an introduction to Ireland into mine.
Through The Secret of Roan Inish, I traveled to the shores of Ireland. I felt the pebbles of the beach massage (and prick) my feet, the wind chap my face, and the salt of the sea crust my hair. I let the native brogue saturate my ears, the music lift my feet in rhythm, and the weight of the land's myths and legends imprint my soul.
Now, after almost two decades, the wee lass that once sat transfixed by a film on a Friday afternoon will actually set foot on the Emerald Isle. Thanks to Champlain College's Office of International Education, I'll join my fellow alumni to Discover Ireland for 10-days next summer. With a jam-packed itinerary, there are few stones left unturned - from the must-see sights, to Irish pubs and dance, to Champlain's Dublin campus, and even Northern Ireland. Maybe I'll even see a selkie (or, you know, jump into the sea and go in search of a few). I'm sure it will be a whirlwind - but the kind that will leave you breathless with the marvels you've seen.
Next year, I'll finally meet the real land of Roan Inish and that's something I'm not likely to forget.