The thing about memory: it lives on in your head -- every passing moment feels like a soundtrack put on repeat. You look at that exact same spot from a third person's point of view and wish you would relive that precise juncture again and again and again. Memory is like magic: you close your eyes, imagine yourself back where it all started, no frills no gimmicks. Our brains work wonders -- etching such memories so vividly for your playback's convenience. I wish we could turn back time just to go through the something over and over again -- the same feeling, the same motion, that whole package. Perhaps one day we'd have a time machine -- to be physically there reliving really any memory.