I remember my mother picking up tiny specks of lint off things.
I remember, at the end of the sofa, a group of four little pillows that had only one casual arrangement.
I remember that no one sat on the sofa (light beige) unless we had company.
I remember (very vaguely) hearing my mother tell a story about an old lady across the street who died, and the people who moved in after her complaining becuase they could never quite get rid of "the smell."
I remember horrible visions of that island where lepers were sent.
I remember "the green stuff" inside my first lobster.
I remember (ugh) white nurse shoes.
I remember trying to visualize "the travels" of shit, after you flush the toilet.
What do you remember?