Memory is a funny thing...
...and mine is no exception. I oft times find that I can't clearly remember things from my past that others seem to be able to recollect flawlessly. On the other hand, I can, nine times of ten, replay an entire episode of something almost in real time down to the most minute detail for someone. It leaves me wondering exactly why this is happening to me. I have come to the following conclusion. My spirit animal, the penguin, is stealing my memories from me. Little bastard!