They are complex but beautiful.
They are what we recall, good or bad.
They are vivid, or blurry,
Something we swore never to forget and hoped never to remember again.
They are a gift of mankind.
They are the first day we went to school,
The first time we were truly brought out into the world,
The time we made friends,
They are when we learned to share, love, and care.
They are the times we failed, to only learn from our mistakes,
They are the times we succeeded.
They are the times of happiness, and sorrow.
We replay them inside our heads over and over again.
Recalling the good and the bad.
Memories, they make us human.
