I think that sometimes I can forget some of my past memories, but there some memories I actually can't forget like when I was 7 or 8 years old my dad was putting me to bed and saying goodnight to me. He reassured me that I would see him in the morning. I woke up the next morning and fought that he was gone. My mother told me that he was moving back to New York and that they were no longer together. I remember how much pain I felt then. I would hope every day that he would be coming back home to stay. I do have some painful memories such as this one. I also have great memories like graduating the 5th grade, spending summer nights right my scooter on my car port with my siblins while my mom talked with her friends, my mother picking me to dance with her when I was small, graduating high school, graduating college, and summer vacations with my grandparents. There are good memories and bad memories. I think it is up to anyone who can decide what they remember. Memories are what teach what the mistakes that can make be made or maybe miss them.