e me a warm feeling inside, I was reminded of his affection and of how he would encourage me to read and constantly remind me “knowledge is power”. Oscar Wilde’s book had indirectly reminded me of the bond I had with my grandfather and the feeling of belonging I got from this recollection of my time spent in his study reading books.I find the book I need and leave, as I enter the house my mother inquires about where we had been. “Just on a trip down memory lane” I reply. “She’s weird” my brother adds. Later at night while trying unsuccessfully to sleep I ponder on how our memories are such an essential part of our lives. The way we perceive and react to the world around us is related to our past experiences. Memories become an essential part of our identity, without them we are without roots....
