When do you remember personal history?

When I was young, involved in so much, I did not spend much time—maybe none—remembering. Then, perhaps it was because the little there was to remember was not happy. Now that I’m semi-retired, I find my self remembering strange things—moments from fights in far away places. I could be sitting in a chair, reading, or even walking down the street, and something reminds me of it, and I am back there.

Have you remembered all your life? Or only when you are old? Do the memories surprise you, or do you seek them out? If you seek them out, what situations are you in when you do that?