“There are so many good memories,” The Giver reminded Jonas. And it was true.
By now Jonas had experienced countless bits of happiness, things he had never known of before.
He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day,
so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.
He had visited museums and seen paintings filled with all the colors he could now recognize and name.
In one ecstatic memory he had ridden a gleaming brown horse across a field that smelled of damp grass,
and had dismounted beside a small stream from which both he and the horse drank cold, clear water.
Now he understood about animals; and in the moment that the horse turned from the stream
and nudged Jonas’s shoulder affectionately with its head, he perceived the bonds between animal and human.
He had walked through woods, and sat at night beside a campfire.
Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained, too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.
“What is your favorite?” Jonas asked The Giver. “You don’t have to give it away yet,” he added quickly.
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