07/20/2012

I find it interesting the odd memories that the brain likes to sneak up on us with from time to time.

Falling off the T-Bar in Kindergarten
One very specific dance in the rain
The one homeless man and his favorite spot downtown
One crazy funny trip to the convenience store years ago
The bus ride where everything seemed like a film-noir story
The first time tripping UP stairs

I always wonder if there’s a reason the oddball memories crop up; things that seemed inconsequential at the time — still seem inconsequential — but never seem to quite go away from the little cage in the mind.

Were these small moments somehow formative in their littleness? Of the thousand times similar things happened, what made that one stay?

/thought