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Sometimes a memory just up and whacks you in the back of the head. I hear a song, and I remember being in a field. I remember the clothes I was wearing. I remember the crowd. The stage. I remember … Continue reading
I am young. Two, maybe Three years old. I am sitting in a car, looking out of the window. It isn’t a memory, as such, but an awareness. We are on a highway, and the road has been dug through … Continue reading
I went nostalgic again. I then lost my point and tried to salvage another one. Which I think I then lost.
I still know where my one of my childhood best friends hides his keys when he goes out somewhere and wishes to leave them behind. I still know which of his neighbours keeps a spare key for them. I know … Continue reading