It did really happen...

All I need do is listen to Kygo's remix of Seinabo Sen - Younger and I'm back there. I'm back in England in my little lime Renault Clio, driving to the gym of which I got to use all of two months membership before unexpectedly catching glandular fever, then uprooting to the States and having to cancel it. 
The drop in that song brings me right back to staying at my sisters house, burning meals for my niece and nephew with my [once] notoriously awful cooking skills.
For a moment that song brings me back to picking up phone calls from friends to conversations that need take no longer than 6 minutes because they were about making plans for the evening ahead. Phone calls of obnoxious noises, catch phrases and personal jokes. Phone calls that really could have been covered in a text or two but that were fueled by the excitement of seeing the person so much so that you felt the overwhelming need to speak with them audibly first. 
That song will forever remind me of summer days; the pretty ones and the gloomy ones, both the memories of which I cherish dearly in my heart to this day.
And that's the point really, they are memories and what are memories, but snippets of a life lived? It did all happen, I was really there, I did really live that life and I'm so grateful to have done so and to have those memories travel with me in all walks of a future life.