Memory

                                    Memory (or a lack thereof)

I truly think the human memory is much like the memory in a computer.  Remember that old joke about always thinking about the Hereafter -- you walk into a room and wonder what you're "hereafter"?  It's sad (but true) that our memories diminish with age.

We can remember the smell of childhood summers, what we wore on our first dates, and the taste of snow ice cream, but we can't remember where we put our keys fifteen minutes ago or what we ate for lunch.

My theory for this is that we humans have finite storage space for memories.  Once that's filled with stored-away memories (later in life for some than others) and the memory banks are full, recent memories are stacked on top of more recent memories and the old ones are embedded forever.

If it hasn't happened to you already, your day is coming.  Remember this (or at least try to) the next time an elder reminisces about a "way back when" incident.