My Life Went On

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Then... I Sort Of Grew Up!...!

Memories have always been difficult for me, not because they are always painful and/or repressed, but because it always seems like I need a deja vue kind of experience to release most of them from the cobwebs of my mind. Many mid-forties people can admit to having a lack of talent for very long-term memories. Still I get jealous of others who can (seemingly) easily cite details from their early childhood without much hesitation, and I get frustrated with myself, as if I SHOULD BE ABLE TO REMEMBER MORE IF I JUST TRY HARD ENOUGH!