Childhood Memories - Introduction
How little we recall of our young selves. I have the vaguest, wispiest recollections of my younger years, and most of my sensations of childhood today are more an idea that I was once young because I must have been. All of our lives are constructed of memory, all the minutae of existence merge into a swirling miasma of generalizations, the teeming activity of day-to-day fading like watercolours.
And from this pool of nebulosity, precious few little sparks of clear, distinct memories. For the next few posts, I shall be sharing with you these small gems of my childhood - little moments of intense vividness, like dots on a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be joined, to make sense of a lost era.