How about that?
So it turns out I remember everything that went wrong...oh wait, I knew that already. I could recount each fight, blow by blow. That much I knew. What I've discovered (in addition to the awesome magic of knee braces) is that I don't even have to remember the good parts. A simple conversation over salad and sandwiches and every ounce of everything I ever saw is there, plain to see. Didn't really expect that.