Waking Up

Standing in the hallway of the school, shuffling from class to class, it was as if I had awaken from sleep.  But it was 6th grade and I had been in this school the previous year.  All of a sudden, I was aware - of everything.  I knew these people; had friends, but the memories of interacting with them did not exist.  As I headed to my locker, unpleasant feelings began to well up inside.  The reason was unclear. 

This began my life in a way; the previous years only exist in small glimpes.  There was the time I played marbles with the boys in Germany and I won more often than not.  There was a boy there, Phillip, with red hair and freckles -  we were sweethearts at 5 years old.   Other small clumps of time were castles climbed and explored.  Learning German nursery rhymes and seeing German horse patrols. 

Why do people lose their memories?  If you talked to a therapist, perhaps they would be able to explain; but would you truly want to know?