Childhood memories stay with us all,
a sound, a smell or a sight we recall.
Our mind remembers and brings to the fore,
the incidents linked to the senses we store.

Our memories may be good or bad,
a reminder of the times we had.
They shape and mould the adult to be,
our opinions, views and personality.

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