associated with a memory like mine.

Like, I can remember with perfect clarity, the last time I saw my father outside a casket, on a stainless slab at St James Hospital. I can remember the way it felt the first time someone kicked me hard in the nads. I can remember in exquisite detail walking in on my ex-inlaws in flagrante delicto.

There are a million of those memories I would love to have an erase button for; Most of the time my piss poor retrieval system protects me from the worst of them, but sometimes something triggers the old synapses and a creature climbs out of the old memory hole and assails me with it’s obscene clarity.

I someties wince at those old moments that come out, but most of the time I can get some stupid song stuck in my head and drive the rest of the crap out.

On the other hand, I can remember when the nurse put my infant daughter in my arms for the first time, and the memory is far better than any picture. I can see the dirt on her little shoes as she squishes beans into the indiana loam for the first time at six. I can see the flush in her face as she wins her first fencing match. I remember the smile on her face when she graduated 8th grade and the church had a bat loose inside making everyone giggle.

I’ll happily take the bad with the good. If i live long enough to develop Dementia, I figure I can make ten good years on the good memories alone.