That's why they call it the good old days.

I now remember the reason for this rush of emotions that is passing through. What a wonderful world. There's a lot more to my childhood than I thought. Memories will fade no matter how hard I try to hold on. Sometimes it felt like holding on to a wet thread of silk. There's no way of knowing which tiny detail will be significant later in life, so cherish them all. And when the lightning strikes, you'll have a reason to smile.

The best part of a memory is when it comes back to you.