I remember reading somewhere (please tell me if you know any of the actual references off-hand) that memories were much stronger when you hadn’t been in a place for a while. For instance, you are much more likely to remember things if you return to a house you lived in when you are little, and then moved, than if you just lived in one house your whole life, because your long-ago memories would be buried under other memories. I have found this to be true; a few times I’ve ended up in a place I hadn’t been in a long time and had intense, sudden memories of things that occurred years ago. It’s amazing (provided the memories are positive, of course). This happens sometimes to me with picture books, I will be reading something and realize that my parents definitely read it to me (and I haven’t looked at since I was little). I will have memories of looking at the picture when I was younger. Something that is also amazing is hearing my parents read to my daughter and remembering them reading to me. I think I probably, for instance, read In the Night Kitchen hearing my mother’s voice in the back of my mind. I remember my father reading Dr. Seuss’ 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins (and then many other things for older kids as we got older). What books do you remember from your childhood?
← My Fuzzy Valentine (written by Naomi Kleinberg, illustrated by Louis Womble), with thought bubbles