Who are we?

Pondering storytelling and the importance of recording and remembering one’s early life has been my focus for a little while.

I have been reading and chatting to colleagues and friends about their thoughts and what strikes me is how important this is to so many people.

Nearly everyone I spoke to had a great memory of a memory!

Reading their baby book, looking through old photo albums or a grandparent passing on some little gem from when they were small.

It seems to evoke such strong emotions and sentiments.

Why is this?

Is it because memories are the key between the past and the present?

Is it because we need to understand who we were to understand who we are now?