Memory is a beautiful thing. Each phase of our lives contains a thousand (perhaps slightly underestimated) memories that bring us to smile, to tears, that reignite old passions, or that simply make us feel all nostalgic, longing for bygone days. Some of them hurt, some of them are dark, some are bright and full of good times. All of them have a place, and all of them have made you. Through childhood, adolescence, adulthood and beyond... Memories made, and remembered. [Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for personal future reference.] Full poem + Author's Notes.