One Little Memory.

People often remember memories of their childhood, whether or not they were happy, depressing, or motionless. I remember everything, and it's become quite a tragic gift. I remember dreams from the age of early two and remember people I saw in stores for only a split moment. The tragic part of it is the nightmares that woke me crying, the constant wondering of where that person is or what they're doing, and knowing that this one person wouldn't remember you even if you remember every detail of them.
This is a memory I know very clearly.