Imagine you’re going through an old photo album (remember those? Back in the days when photos were physical things?). You find a photograph of a group of children, and you think you recognise yourself as one of them. The others are all family friends, siblings or cousins.
Straightforward enough, right?
But then you realise that one of them is a stranger. You don’t recall ever laying eyes on his or her face before. In the photo, they’re very much part of the group, yet now you don’t think you even know their name.
And, looking at that photo, you feel something stir deep inside, as a long-buried memory begins to emerge…
Image kindly supplied by James Nye.
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