Isn't it Odd?

I was just playing with the map I have on iGoogle and was looking around at the area in which I grew up. It is funny but when you are young your life can be reduced to just one road without needing any concept of how that road fits together with other roads or how the places you used to visit in childhood are discontinuous islands of memory? It also seems that the memories of what you did there have also gone so you are only left with this feeling that you know a place but you can't remember it or why you know it; you have only the fragments of a life frittered away in endless days of summer.

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