Since I started traveling in a much bigger way seven or eight years ago, and even more since I took the round-the-world trip, I have these occasional memory moments about once or twice a week. Just a moment ago, I had another.
I was watching some kid kick a soccer ball on a cobblestone street and thought to myself that I had the exact same moment. Some kids were playing soccer in an alleyway. I took out my camera and started taking pictures. One of the kids, the extrovert, then got the soccer ball and started posing for me. Kicking the ball up the air and throwing his hands up.
I have no idea when or where this happened. It is just a memory, lost in time and space. A good one, but lost nonetheless.