Memory is funny.

I think about memory a fair amount.

One of the scariest diseases around is dementia.

Dementia erases the person you were.

Who are we, but the sum of our memories?

One of the reasons I perform in plays is so that I can exercise my memory.

Use it or lose it.

Usually, it’s not so much that we don’t remember, but we can’t always recall on demand.

And yet, we all have weird tidbits of information stored in our heads.

Things that we don’t forget.

Today is February 11.

It’s the birthday of a girl that I liked in Grade Six.

That was about fifty years ago.

Why the heck do I remember that?

It was an unrequited “like”, too.  If you must know…

So, there isn’t a reason to keep that information.

But there it is. 

I have trouble remembering the birthdays of my nieces and nephews.  But for some reason when February 11th rolls around, I remember that it’s “her” birthday.

Crazy.

What made that bit of information stick?

And what makes all the other random bits of trivia stick?

I don’t know…

But happy birthday!