classic old street, the graveyard of a lost neighbourhood. it's nowhere near as big as you remember it, the streets seem smaller, the houses not as big, the pavement narrow and look at the corner shop, it's tiny yet you remember as a child walking into this treasure trove and looking at the counter display of lollies and sweets, a kingdom of colour and wonder. 
memory itself shrinks, in time, things fade away, warp and shift like the landscape itself, nothing is exactly like it was. the things we think are fixed in memory change when we speak with others who were there, their perspective changes everything of your perspective and how can you trust theirs. where does that leave you?

'remember the time you did that?'
'no, i don't remember much at all, it just comes up to the surface and i record it, my memory is an ocean filled with memories swimming around, occasionally they are present and sometimes i need to submerge myself to find them, others are lost deep in the depths. but i know i remember everything, that's very clear. my ocean is clean and pollution free, memories swim around uncontaminated and polluted by plastic or bits of trash so i'm not to worried.'
'you confuse memory with recall?'
'nope, i just don't try to recall, things surface when they need to or i don't stress or panic. i trained my memory with a few mind hacks, i have it all sorted. in fact you worry more about my memory than i do.'

the ancient ones used interesting techniques for memory, buildings, elaborate palaces or cathedrals they could use as astral holding pens, mine just happens to be an ocean. 

'what about the childhood memories, how things are smaller now your an adult?'
'light distorts in water, it's called refraction. you have to accept that memory is relative to time, the time it happened and the time you recall it. refraction is light, memory is just light from the past reaching us now because we want to receive it.'