I find I remember things from a long time ago fine, and recent memories fine as well, but things in the “middle distance” of about ten years ago are all a blur. I wonder if that’s a moving number, or if that time period was just the chaotic beginnings of my fatherhood so it’s all a blur.
Memory is funny – and fallible. But there’s joy in that, too. You can go exploring things that have familiar hints but new details. Old books, trips you’d like to repeat, even friends you haven’t chatted with in a while.
The past is a foreign country, but it’s very tourist-friendly.
The Opportunity Machine 