I’ve been having flashbacks to the family home in Johannesburg. We moved away just after my fourth birthday, but I still remember the layout of the house and garden; colours of floors and walls; the jumping seat my dad made for me out of green canvas; and cutting my foot on a piece of glass in the driveway.
I checked the layout of that house with my mum yesterday, and found I had been surprisingly accurate.
Wouldn’t it be great if that clarity of recall stayed with us for the important things?
Like remembering where I left my car keys.
Dusty Muffin 