Everyone of us keeps theirs in a very special way.

Someone remembers feelings,
others remember landscape, or music, colours, or anything that invokes feelings.
And finally, some only remember cold facts.

Me, I see my surroundings.
There is a song, that when I play,
A flat resembles in front of my eyes.
There is a huge bookcase on the wall. The books are green, or blue.
Then there is the table, covered with a bright orange sheet.
Other things are mostly bleak, only these things really shine, stand out.

Another memory; another song.
It is night, I am sitting in a bus.
Leaning my head against the window.
The outside is dark blue, blurred.
Drops of rain on the outer side of window.
The colours are dark and shiny.
The roof of the bus above the aisle is dark red, maybe violet.
Two lines of blue neon lights go through the aisle.
The seat before me is of dark pink, covered with lines of blue, cyan, purple, red, orange.
And everything; as dark as it appears; feels full of hope.
That's what the music does.
And my mates all around me.
It's deep into the night.
We are going on a trip to Great Britain.
We are 13. We don't speak English so great, so it's a big adventure.
And everyone is very alive. Sorta feeling the moment, you know?