#memories

#memories

I used to go to this pool when I was a young girl till I was a teenager. Then I moved away from the neighborhood, and now that I'm retired, this is my new life again.

I finally met Mickey. It's stupid that I'm crying, and I'm 58 years old.

My heart is absolutely broken. Yesterday, both my Grandma Janet and my Grandma Paquita passed away. I think I am still in a bit of shock as I type this.

After 30 years, the emotional ties to this 1970s home outweigh the logistics and financial reasons many peers discuss about downsizing.

"For those of us who have experienced isolation in prison, it's a trauma that never leaves."

It's funny how these things stay ingrained in our brains. They seem so random, even insignificant, yet there they are. I've forgotten many of the chemistry lessons, mathematical equations, and historical facts that moved in and out of my brain like conveyor belt sushi.

The seeming absence of evidence for McDonald's breakfast buffets has left many customers questioning their memories, leading to the belief that these experiences may be collective hallucinations.

McNally's memoir 'I Regret Almost Everything' reflects on his storied career in hospitality while emphasizing his many failures and regrets.

My therapist tells me it is seasonal memory. I find it a bit strange, since in the southern hemisphere where I now live, there are no cherry blossoms blooming as they are now in Herbert Park.

"The smell of odours activates the hippocampus, which is the primary brain region associated with memory, social interactions, and emotion—making it powerful during major life events."