Memory

It's amazing the shape my memory can take. There are some things from childhood that I remember quite vividly. They are mostly bits and pieces; a memory photo here and there. There is one snippet of memory that I have somewhere between being 5 to 8. My mom confirmed for me that it was a true memory. I could always see myself in this place, but could not remember why I'd be there. It's amazing the things we can learn from our parents.

After work yesterday I went to mom's house. She wanted help baking some Polish poppyseed coffee cake (so goooooood). This is something we always make together. It takes quite a while and there are a lot of steps. So we had a lot of time for fun and conversation. Last night in particular, we talked a bit about the past. This is when I realize my memory is better than I thought!