The best memories...
I can’t remember the name of my high school Maths teacher, even though they taught me 4 or 5 times a week for two years.
I haven’t a clue of all of the addresses I lived at in my student years, even though they were my home for months and even years at a time.
I CAN remember pretty much every detail of an afternoon at the cinema in 1979. The best memories, like the most beautiful things, are the ones that we feel with the heart….