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The Day The Axe Fell
For me, childhood memories have always been elusive creatures. At times I struggle with a memory, trying my damndest to bring it to fore and nothing happens. I find myself with the very basics of the memory, but beyond that I can’t grasp anything. Then something happens at random and a memory comes to me in striking clarity. Some unknown visual cue, smell, or sound triggers a memory so powerful I have to stop in my tracks. That happened to me today, while standing in the hardware super-store. I...