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  • I often wonder how our mind decides which memories are worth keeping.

    I remember two distinct moments from when I was 5 years old. Everything else from around that time is mostly blurry.

    Memory # 1: I'm walking hand in hand with my grandmother. She is holding a small handbag with a few of my clothes in it. I'm holding a toothbrush. We enter the embassy of Colombia in Montevideo. Soon after, my parents and I depart in a car towards the airport.

    Memory # 2: My parents and I enter the hotel room where we would spend our first days in Bogotá. I rush to turn on the TV and can't really understand why Woody Woodpecker it's not on, since it's 4 PM.

    Photo by Sarah B Brooks on flickr
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