Someone once said this,
The human brain is like a house,
There are many, many rooms in the house,
There is a room that belongs to memory,
Some people's rooms are messy,
Some people's rooms are tidy,
No matter messy or neat,
There are always memories of being thrown into a corner and gathering dust,
Some people will find it,
Others will let it slowly become engulfed in dust. . . . . . . . .