Memory of the experiences. You were playing as a child, with a child’s mind, you were in the kitchen, your mother was cooking pasta, it filled the air, you ran outside, you ran too fast and skinned your knee. There was gravel imbedded in your skin and you could taste metallic from biting your lip as you fell, and that taste became salty. Your mother wiped your tears, kissed your head and put a bandaid on your knee. You remember these feelings.
