One Golden Coin.

I hold these obscured memories within me.  I dream at night to bring them back.  They only return with a scent, or a touch... or a tune... and then only pieces of the memory reach me and fade as soon as I grasp them; fade like mist... and I'm left with only colors and the memories' emotions... Until it all vanishes and I'm closing my eyes desperately to see- sea it all again.

Sea? Oh, but this is like a little plaza; and hard white stone pavement beneath my tiny tan feet clothed in sandals. With wind! Rico, do you see?... Rocks or shells? White shorts hugging Mother's youthful waist tightly. No clouds. Togetherness. Innocence. One golden coin.

Why is it that I remember only what I'd love to forget? 

Will every memory fade like this when as I grow older?...