Up until my mid-20’s, I used to remember unique, specific details of my childhood, stories from as young as 2. They were vivid memories. To tell them felt like reliving an authentic, first-hand experience (primary resource). Since my mid-20’s, I’ve noticed the retelling of those memories feels like I’m recounting a story (secondary resource). Memories are no longer as vivid; however, I feel more present to my everyday life. I’m no longer holding onto my memories like a steal trap, as one who feared losing my story. I allow memories and information to float through my mind. This allows me the freedom to live in the moment, to enjoy the happy surprise of a memory, and to collect new stories. I believe when I allow memories to come to me on their own, as opposed to requiring them to exist, then I am reminded at the right time – when it serves some purpose to instruct, comfort, heal, etc.