We remember places. The house where you grew up, your favorite store, the playground in elementary school, the site of your first kiss; places like these. Akin to places, we remember moments; watching the fireworks on a warm Summer night, a lone winter walk with a heavy mind, blowing out the candles on your birthday cake. Moments, in their own way, are places, places in time. But when the place and the moment come together, we call it a memory. And even though we may not be there, wither ‘there’ refers to the time or place, we carry a piece of ‘there’ with us. We remember places. And sometimes, places remember us.