Memories are fantastic snapshots of the past that are interchangeable with a plethora of emotions and states of mind. One memory can be shown in so many ways, depending on the mood of the person and essence of their spirit.

I have, in my head, a little box of memories that my father thought of when I was young; special memories that I’ll never forget… things like him reading to me Alice in Wonderland on a warm and dusk summers evening. We were sitting in a pavilion in a sports field that was situated behind our house, I was five years old and there was a slight breeze in the air….I remember the sunset that was settling behind the church spear that was visible to us the sun was large, with streaks of apricot, and the softest pink, and a back drop of a light violet purple, dappled with velvet clouds. The aroma of cut grass swept through the air whilst the comforting sound of the sundown birds filled the heavens.

That memory fills me with joy and the wonderful feelings that I felt, but emotions change… I remember those parts of that specific memory because I’m in a calm frame of mind, and listening to Bruce Springsteen – Secret Garden… but what would happen if I was to be listening to the Beatles in an energetic temperament… memories are dependant of the feel and vibe of the moment that you are in now, that you recall those feelings from the bygone time.