have memories

Do you or someone you know have memories of World War Two?

Denise: God, I have memories going back to Germany, picking berries in my grandparents’ garden.

I have memories from a young age of going to afternoon tea with my mom and grandma.

I have memories of not being able to drink the milk when Three Mile Island had leaks here in New York when I was a kid.

We’ll always have memories of that splendid spring afternoon, from our friends gustily singing the inappropriate but undeniably irresistible “Where I Wanna Be”—it’s a song about a man who wants to leave his longtime girlfriend because he’s not done carousing—during the reception to our fathers giving exactly the sort of touching but long-winded toasts we expected from them.