Jogging the memory… and boppin along.
Memories… good or bad are often triggered by some assault of the senses. It still amazes me how the sight of a photograph, the scent of a certain perfume. the special touch of the skin, the taste of a spice… can all`bring us back to a time, place and situation. This happened to me the other day when in a fleeting moment my ears caught a few bars of this song. It triggered a memory …