Memories Belong To Your Younger Self

Memories Belong To Your Younger Self

I had a thought earlier that I should save for a future book, but here it is: when you live in one town your whole life, your younger self owns the memory of things and places, even after new ones are made. The road I drove Helen on last week while we sang Dolly Parton with the windows down is secondary, first it was the road where we went to rent videos on Friday after school. Bonfires belong to me at 15, even though we had a bang up one this weekend. 🍂 — Erin