Memory is a strange thing. Holding dear an idea of something that happened. Shaped by your own understanding and feeling, it’s highly deceptive. Yet, memories drive us with love with hate with curiosity. Memories are your secrets. Things only you know, the way you know them. Maybe it is what it seems or maybe it is something much deeper. Memories are interesting. They are held in your mind and heart and have a hold over your mind and heart. Whatever they may be, memories are part of us all.