Memory

I've been surprised many times by the selectivity of memory. Recalls of same events, feelings, emotions are so different, at times conflicting or contradictory to one another by different people or at different time dependent upon one's state of mind at the moment. My memory of my younger past as a single father was filled with moments of tenderness, days of quiet contentment and happiness. There were moments of  frustration. But they were transitory leaving faintly vague traces.