Some memories are so powerful that they can never be dimmed.
I remember seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first time -- December 9, 1981.
I remember, with clarity, the first time I met my wife -- on a pile of laundry.
I remember hearing Jordan cry for the first time -- it didn't come as quickly as I thought it should.
I remember distinctly the last conversation I had with my father -- it was ordinary.
I remember the taste of a Dole Whip, at Disneyland.
I remember the way my childhood smelled -- like aspen and pine and sage and dust.