Receiver of the Memories

I was chosen as the receiver of memories in the ceremony of  12. It was a different feeling then. The one who gave me the memories was called the giver. First I would have to rest on the bed and then the giver would put his hand on my back and I would receive the memories. The first memory that I received was me on the sled going or sliding down the hill full of snow. That was a fabulous memory. It was so exciting . I later thought that the memories will all be as good as this one but then I was given the memory of war. There was an elephant and two men shooting their guns. This was a disaster. I also received a sunburn memory where it is very hot and the sun is hitting you directly. I hated that memory, I also received a memory of colors and rainbow. Life is so boring without colors. I wish I could choose a trouser of my choice of color but unfortunately there are no colors. The memory of love is so fascinating. Grand parents are the parents of your parents. They don't exist in my community. Its all about love. They are sent to the House of the Old after they turn old and the children don't even know  who their grand parents are, I feel so weird to the community. The past had choices to make. I don't really know why people hate choices. I don't feel like living here anymore. The memories are pulling me towards it.