"You know, it's funny what a young man recollects," Forrest Gump said that and it's undeniably true. Like Forrest, I don't remember being born, or recall what I got for my first Christmas nor do I remember when I went on my first outdoor picnic. I do remember the little things, like when my uncle Shawn pushed me face first into cow manure and I had to sit in the cows' drinking trough. I also remember these little Hello Panda cookies I would eat when I lived in Japan. It's the small things that don't really place a dramatic impact on your life that you can remember, like having a pretend cooking show with your best friend or trying to get the attention of the boys who lived across the street from her by singing and dancing obnoxiously outside. I wonder, thirty years from now, what I'll be remembering from my days as a high school student, or if I'll remember any of it at all.
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