close to it

You can be right on top of it but it's hard to get close to. Some things are maybe better from looking behind.

Standing in front of an old memory that's made distant--a combination of memories--an entire pile of time. It's like having someone tell you that a photo of you as a 2yr old is you and you believe them, then fabricate a possible memory around it. Then,later on,you tell people stories of you in that photograph that you don't remember.

I was there. I remember being there in that brick townhouse up the street from where I broke my arm and my parents sent me back to school. Earlier in the day I remember the spot that seemed familiar in the city as where I went 2 buses away with my mom when she finally took me to the emergency room. One memory cemented and a million other little ones locking this street and that turn into place. The rest is all new.