Grandma and I went to Ireland a few years ago. "Few" in this case means 15. I was given a journal as a bon voyage gift by my best friend in town. During the trip, I wrote in it, recounting my memories of the day.
I opened it years later, and the visuals and descriptions flowed, things that I never would have remembered on my own. It added layers and depth of meaning to the memories I'd formed.
Heck, not even traveling. Keep a journal anyway. Whether it's notes in your Facebook account, logorrhea in the Ka-tet Cantina, or handwritten entries in a notebook, these are your impression of the instant. You won't remember them with the same sharpness and profundity later on.
I opened it years later, and the visuals and descriptions flowed, things that I never would have remembered on my own. It added layers and depth of meaning to the memories I'd formed.
Heck, not even traveling. Keep a journal anyway. Whether it's notes in your Facebook account, logorrhea in the Ka-tet Cantina, or handwritten entries in a notebook, these are your impression of the instant. You won't remember them with the same sharpness and profundity later on.
