I don’t understand memory. Why don’t we get to choose what we remember and what we forget. I just think it’s weird that I remember every word to every song I listened to as a kid but not the formulas for my chem exam. I don’t remember a lot from living in Seattle except a few flashbacks. I remember when someone broke into the house I was born in, I could see the broken door and my mom’s face when she saw it. I remember crying when we moved out. I remember breaking my leg on the stairs. I had a bright pink full-leg cast, and all of my preschool friends drew on it. I remember when I got my brand-new rainbow bed. I remember having a dream in the same bed where I could fly. I remember when I was still close to my sister, and she taught me how to eat spaghetti. And I remember moving to Bend. That’s what I think about most. Everything changed when we moved. I think for me it changed for the better, but we moved away from my grandparents, who we now see once a year. It’s crazy to me how time goes by, and we forget things that were once so important.