Memory

I generally think I don't have many memories of my childhood. Then something happens.

Today, while searching the office for an adapter, I had a vivid recollection of holding a sock in my hand, searching the house for its mate, only to discover that I was already wearing it. This happened when I was perhaps 7 or 8. I was in the dining room at the time.

I found the adapter, also, though not on my person.