What is it, I wonder, that makes some memories more vivid and alive than others? I am not referring to major episodes here. I am referring to ordinary, everyday events that just “stay with us” for some reason.
An example of one such memory of mine is the day I spent with a lovely lady at the miniature village on the Isle of Wight (England). I met her when we shared a breakfast table at the B & B where we had stayed the night. It turned out that we were both headed to the same tourist destination for the day and we decided to go together. We subsequently spent the entire day enjoying each other’s company.
I do not recall the lady’s name (it was quite a few decades ago now!) but I do remember where she came from (she was a tourist as was I).
We both thoroughly enjoyed the miniature village and having each other to chat to as we marvelled over the loveliness of each little setting.
At the end of the day, she went her way and I went mine and we never saw each other again. However that wonderful day remains etched on my memory as if it were only yesterday! I wonder if my friend remembers it so fondly. I hope so.
Have you ever had an experience like this?
Can you remember it vividly even though it was a long while ago?