I recall certain vignettes of my childhood remarkably clearly. I mean I remember right down to the tiny details, certain moments from when I was five years old. Playing Go Fish and marbles with the neighborhood kids. Hanging out in the mysterious hollow in the woods behind Michelle Shadeed's house. Swirling in my circle skirt. entranced by how it would stand straight out. The pink crystal bracelet I got for my birthday.
But just had a sudden realization that I have no memory whatsoever about what we did with our trash when I was kid. I suppose we must have had a garbage man, but I don't remember ever seeing him or even moving a trash can to the street. Heck, I don't even remember where we kept our outdoor trash can. Weird.