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Like, I can't reliably remember what I had for lunch two weeks ago β€” other than "probably either instant ramyun or ramen or nothing" β€” but I do remember, in 2003, as a small child, riding a slow Belgian train with crimson passenger cars, on a dreary day, from Schiphol to Brussel-Noord, and having an annoying time with fiddling around with the cheap headphones they gave us on the plane as I attempted to get one of those e-Reader things working on my GBA? Which, at that time, I hadn't needed to duct tape the back onto it yet; the battery cover got messed up sometime later. I also know that the bread roll I had on the plane heading over was room temperature and mediocre.

Also, I didn't remember the 44 tram ending a kilometre before the end of Tervurenlaan, but I sure did remember that mostly yellow with a bit of blue livery?

(Yes, this does seem to be a thing. My memory for trains I've been on and train rides I've taken is markedly sharper than average, lmfaooooooo.

And it's not Depression Memory Holesβ„’; the precision of my memories hasn't descended over time! Just, the things I do remember from back then are surprising! …as are my actual depression memory holes, hah.)


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