記憶

Da Silva Lane

This address seems so familiar, perhaps it is where my lower pri form teacher stayed. I remember that she invited the class over to her house once before, and I remember watching Peter Pan for the first and only time there. I remember the clock in the alligator, Wendy being forced off the plank, Captain Hook's ... hook, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell flying around. However I didn't even remember that I could blog this using my IPT on the taxi ride home, until I was debating whether to switch on my laptop at home. Memory is a funny thing. I have no impression of certain happenings at all, while some (?)repressed memories come out in an instant at some trigger. And possibly some of my memories are fake/self-created, to fill gaps, to maintain logical flow etc. I hope I still can differentiate between reality and made-up thoughts though.

Today's lucky number is 4. According to the dice.