It's funny what insignificant details stick out from my childhood.
I can remember the neighbor kid's laugh,
the entirety of a book minus the title, and the foul flavor of the Flintstones vitamins that were force fed to me.
Yet the details I want to remember have been lost throughout the years.
I can no longer recall the exact model of my parent's gray car, when I lost my slightly yellow front tooth, or the address of the blue house that I spent my first years in.
It seems that I have lost those details.
It seems that I have forgotten everything except what I had expected to forget.
AO Poetry 
I relate to this so much right now. As the years go on, I feel that I’m struggling to hold on to the details that actually matter. It’s scary how at one moment, you think you could never forget this and then the next, you’re fighting this barrier in your mind till the sadness and nostalgia threaten to completely consume you. Love how this invokes visceral emotions so effortlessly 💗
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