Misty water coloured memories

So I was chatting on facebook with one of my old elementary school friends. This lead to talking about times gone by. This led to an overwhelming flashback moment wherein one memory leads to another which leads to so forth. Then I got to thinking about memories themselves. It's kinda crazy how we can have so many of them crammed in our heads completely forgotten about until you remember one of them. Then the floodgates open, and you're stuck spending the next hour or so remembering with vivid accuracy things that happened over a decade ago. Also how is it that I can remember with such absolute clarity things that happened such a long time ago, and couldn't tell you most of the events of last week. Granted my recreational lifestyle has created a number of blurry, and outright blank patches of my history in my head, but I must say I usually enjoy trips down memory lane. Remembering the sights, smells, and sensations of events long past. Then I start crying again, and wonder why I keep remembering the time those 3 vagrants brutally beat and sodomized me behind that abandoned house.