Title: "It all came rushing back"
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There are times when fuzziness in memory is not amusing - you can't remember someone's name, you feel it's on the "tip of your tongue" but the harder you try to remember, the more frustrated you become. Remembering cold, hard facts leaves no room for empathy. Yet many of our childhood memories are woven from things that really happened, those we imagined happened (or were exaggerated in our minds at the time), and those we only have the vaguest recollection of. We usually don't mind this imprecision, in some ways perhaps we welcome the opportunity for embellishment that the fuzziness offers. I look at this image, and I am immediately transported back to childhood walks in the forest; not one walk in particular but an omnibus impression of them all. There is a great deal of comfort in this memory.