“I am suddenly consumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.” — Audrey Niffenegger
We all share a strange relationship with memory.
Bits and pieces of the past tend to float to the surface when we least expect it. Sometimes, they are unwanted reminders. Upon recognition, we immediately push those memories down again, locking the door behind them, wiping away the trace of dust left behind on our hands.