I remember the last few seconds before my car hit that lorry.
I remember playing football in the garden with Owen from up the road.
I remember getting bored of Niagara Falls.
I remember completing Super Mario Land for the very first time.
I remember that kid who tried to stab me when I wouldn’t give him a cigarette.
I remember feeling guilty for not visiting more when Nan passed away.
I remember my first Palace game as a season ticket holder; Liverpool won six-one.
I remember Keely gripping my finger.
I remember getting stuck in the loft with a starling.
I remember realising that I would never see any of The Wire for the first time ever again.
I remember that bloke on the way home from the pub that wanted to look at my shoe.
I remember standing on the roof of the World Trade Centre.
I remember picking out Colin the Hamster at the pet shop.
I remember finally handing in my resignation.
I remember seeing Granddad in hospital in his last few weeks.
I remember climbing to the summit of Snowdon and judging the people who rode the train up.
I remember the wasp that stung me on my tongue.
I remember Palace- five, Brighton- nil.
I remember that man being dragged out of the water and covered with a sheet.
I remember how claustrophobic the interview room was.
I remember waking up without trousers on but my shoes tightly laced.
I remember Granddad’s coffin looking so small.
I remember when I realised I didn’t love her anymore.
I remember Neil Shipperley’s goal at the Millennium Stadium.
I sort of remember getting lost in Spain, jumping off a wall, breaking my foot and being punched by a cab driver.
Kind of, anyway…