Childhood is a poor archivist. A scuffed lunchbox, a wet sleeve, the amber square cast by a hall window: such scraps outlast whole school terms, although the days that held them once seemed to have no edge. Time felt lavish. Memory is not.That mismatch is less sentimental than biological. Episodic memory does not file each afternoon at equal resolution; hippocampal indexing selects events through ...More