How we remember things...

In talking today with my brother, I reminded him that we began skiing near our family house, on a slope called “le tremplin” (the ski jump), but he had no immediate recollection of that fact. It only came up later in the conversation.

This goes to show, that if we don't keep notes, we'll be lucky to just remember a small fraction of the events we went through in life. I may have remembered that episode, but my brother would have remembered many others that today are alien to me.

I'd better start on my memoirs before my memory is totally vaporized!