What is it that evokes memories? Is it our sense of smell, or a feeling that creeps upon us unnoticed in our busy day until it bursts forth, flooding our memory with a long forgotten incident.  Maybe we see something that, although new, looks like something we’ve seen in the past, triggering a memory.  A sort of deja vu  For me, it could be one or all of these. Some of my memories would be better off never seeing the light of day again, they’re the one’s I’m truly happy not to revisit thank you very much.  The cringeworthy memories of embarrassing things I said, or did…the kind that still make me squirm if they raise their ugly little heads. But those soft, sweet memories of childhood…aah now that’s a very different story.  And for me, they’re usually just a little snippet, a tiny glimpse into a period when life…